All the other players were cheered onto the court,
But he was none of that sourt,
He stepped on and the encouragement stopped,
You could have heard a pin drop,
As the game proceded he felt invisible and small,
For none of his team-mates would pass him the ball,
He cleared his mind and ran fast,
Snatching the ball from the opponent's grasp,
Then he dribbled towards the baskets and tried to score,
But like before the crowd would not ROAR,
Why didn't they cut him some slack?
Only because this young man was black.
MY FATHER
I remember the day three years ago when I saw my father crying,
I remember the day three years ago when they told us he was dying,
I remember the day 3 years ago for its cold, windy rain and the crying,
I remember the time several years ago when we had to go on lying,
I remember the days and months of that year when we gave him hope of surviving,
I remember the times he talked to usas if he knew that time was flying,
I remember, too, that he asked of us that our love for our mother be undying,
I remember that day 2 years ago when I was my father on a deathbed, white and with spots of blood,
I knew that he was dying.
I WENT TO A PARTY, MOM
I went to a party,
And remembered what you said,
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I had sprite instead,
I felt proud of myself,
The way you said I would,
That I didn't drink and drive,
Though some friends said I should,
I made a healthy choice,
And your advice to me was right,
The party finally ended,
And the kids drove out of sight,
I got into my car,
Sure to get home in one piece,
I never knew what was coming, Mom,
Something I expected least,
Now I'm lying on the pavement,
And I hear the policeman say,
The kid that caused this wreck was drunk,
Mom, his voice was far away,
My own blood`s all around me,
I try hard not to cry,
I can hear the paramedic say,
This girl is going to die,
I'm sure the guy had no idea,
While he was flying high,
Because he chose to drink and drive,
Now I would have to die,
So why do people do it, Mom,
Knowing that it ruins lives?
And now the pain is cutting me,
Like a hundred stabbing knives,
Tell sister not to be afraid, Mom,
Tell daddy to be brave,
And when I go to heaven,
Put Daddy's Girl on my grave,
Someone should have tought him,
That is was wrong to drink and drive,
Maybe if his parents had,
I'd still be alive,
My breath is getting shorter, Mom,
I'm getting really scared,
These are my final moments,
And I am so unprepaired,
I wish that you could hold me, Mom,
As I lie here and die,
I wish that I could say I love you, Mom,
So I love you and good-bye.
