Kennedy and Me Poem By Nadiya Mohado

J o u r n a l i s m Kennedy and me Somewhere I wish you could see me When I think of you The Children smile Blonde girls happy When your appearance makes me happy Kennedy and me I was nine Start recording and press in to smile I could record my own Newsshow I knew how it would go Be one time happy and it goes slow Nuclear But clear to me I was nine

Journalism Kennedy and me He would fly Away

United states Estates He hates He made it his own And he got blown Will I too?

As i already am blown But still here As I love you Kennedy and me I was twelve Books and the shelve I didn't had Poverty got me isolated And still Today Isolated School got me Humiliated I was twelve Journalism today No one responds to what I send, to what I say Because I love The Kennedy and they love me Free as a bird I am free What does it take to save a bird And be loved by The Kennedy too?

Without pressing record or to hold that phone and so I wished that I could get back my stolen IPhone When Kennedy and me Because I am although poor, still royalty He was too

Loved The Black And he never returned back A crack in history A back in my story It's always Kennedy and me Kennedy and Me Nadiya Amina A.M. Mohado Sheikh Nur 30-11-1995 21-02-2022