I Run my fingers through my hair
Try to shake that piercing stare
I step up, take a deep breath
I’m so close, I’m scared to death.
I bounce the ball
Now, I can’t afford to fall
This is the deciding shot
**** My face feels hot
53-53
Everyone is watching me
The other team screamed and yelled
If I miss, I’ll go through hell
I spin the ball, get in my stance
Then i let it leave my hands
It soars up in a graceful arc
I’m relieved as it hits its mark
The clock runs out
I hear people shout
We won, we’re moving on
Finally my fear was gone.