Basketball!

The beat of the ball marks my heart,

Times like this I hope to play smart,

My calves burning, crying out in pain,

Sprinting down court they think I’m insane,

A thirteen year old shooting ’till 10 o’clock, they’re here,

Shot by shot I take as they stare,

They ask why I do it so much, why do I care,

I cannot say anything to them, they just don’t understand,

How it’s special to have many fans,

They don’t understand how hard it was to get here,

How I went through disappointment,

confusion, attitude, and fear,

How I played through injury, serious and not,

How I played in the rain, and when it was hot,

How I studied and learned the entire game,

To be at the top, so they could remember my name,

And so as I stand here, the bright sun burning my face,

I know I belong here, this is my place,

So when those people ask why I do this all day,

I say, because I love it, and I’m here to stay,

Basketball is my passion- everyday