First Love
Before sixteen
I was quick
enough to break
the D.
I could read
every movement
of each defender.
I dribbled
around everyone
in front of me
as I took it to the hoop,
off the backboard…
count it!
Everyday I loved
to be at the court
taking shots,
running lines.
Free throw, layup,
3 pointer.
After awhile
I could feel it
in my finger tips,
the adrenaline
pushing us both,
the ball and I,
to keep playing
just…
a little longer!
The original was written by Carl Linder.. I have changed the wording to be more my own, both are about basketball.
If you enjoyed my version I would encourage you to reblog it, this is one of my English assignments.
"I might not be someone’s first choice, but I am a great choice.
I may not be rich, but I am valuable.
I don’t pretend to be someone I’m not, because I’m good at being me.
I might not be proud of some of the things I’ve done in the past, but I am proud of who I am today.
I may not be perfect, but I don’t need to be.
Take me as I am, or watch me as I walk away."
