The Moments
It's that moment;
I know you know the one.
It's when I've owned it;
It's when the game is won.
Every dribble,
Every whistle.
Every second on the clock,
It's those moments- when I've given it all I've got.
Take a seat,
Calm my nerves,
Feel the heat,
Embrace the burn.
It's about hustle,
Yes, even more than muscle,
And knowing when to take a shot,
But greater than all this; it's how well a game was fought.
Give me a ball and some sneakers,
Not mascara or the bleachers,
Playing this game is what I love,
My greatest gift from Above.
And if I could have anything,
Absolutely anything in the world,
I'd ask for a basketball,
Who cares if I'm a girl?
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