#4

                 By Ras Baraka

Shani played a mean game of b-ball

She danced up and down the court

Swift moves to the basket

Teardrops kissing the bottom of the net

The ball rotated off her fingers and curved

through the oohs and aahs

of disbelief

You could hear it smack against the cotton

And she jumped on defense just as quick

They knew her name

The way she shadowed you to the basket

Got in your way

Made it difficult

Her size never a factor

She played like a giant

And smiled on her way home

Yeah my sister had a mean game of b-ball

Huh—she still does!

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