Isaiah’s Dinka-Style Poem

A Basketball

My basketball is as round as the globe

My basketball makes me feel like I’m holding gold

My basketball makes me feel like I’m a leader

My basketball is as important as my feelings

My basketball makes me feel like I am as high as the ceiling

I will clean it if it’s dirty

If you wet I will wipe you off with my jersey

Knowing you can take me somewhere I will keep I you close

Even you could get brought for a million dollars I still wouldn’t sell

Somebody tries to steal you I would use my gun

I take you everywhere so I will keep a close one