Posted in Life decisions, poetry, Thoughts

The Protest at Golden One Center(Napowrimo day 2)

I protest for the wrongs that have been done.
The law does not protect its citizens.
Sacramento allow police to kill the unarm.
Why do you ignore the body count?
SAY THEIR NAMES!
Stop the killings!
SAY THEIR NAMES!


HOW DARE YOU!
How dare you block the entrances!
I paid to watch the Kings’ game!
Y’all are in my way!
What did I do to you?
I did not kill them.
Protest at the police station!
Not the Arena!
DAMMIT!

Posted in Fitness, Poems, poetry, Thoughts

Day 20: The Shot

As the basketball leaves my hands, thoughts occur:
Will it go in,
Will my 3 months of practice be worth it,
Will my aim be true,
Will the push be enough,
Or is this all a waste of time to think about?

Since, the anticipation has got:
Fans rising out of their seats,
Cheerleaders gripping their pompoms,
Coach slowly crouching,
Bench warmers leaning in their seats,
And a Referee watching agressively.

All to the commentators’ last words:

And He shoots?
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