Koko Ameen, The Jewelry Queen

Koko Ameen, The Jewelry Queen prose poem

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KoKo Ameen, the Jewelry Queen
Designs her creations with a sheen,
Her bangles jingle-jangle as she
Tip-toes through the tangle
Of original designs that will be
Presented in her one-woman show,
Simply entitled, “Ko-Ko Ameen Aglow.”

Her originals are in demand by
The Fifth Avenue hauteur
Who frequent her shows for the mature
Lovers of jewelry who don’t mind spending
Thousands of dollars for KoKo’s blending
Of turquoise, silver, copper and gold,
Making statements that are very bold,
Wear it today, wear it forever or whenever,
Friends will be envious however,
When they know that the earrings and
Pins are designed by KoKo Ameen,
The Jewelry Queen.

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Sonia Walker

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I have been writing poetry,short stories and articles for 32 years. Enjoy sharing my writing with family, friends and anyone else who wants to listen. Writing is an expressive outlet for me. Much of my poems, etc. have been published in the small presses over the years.
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