By Bella Young
In and out
In and out
Visions going in and out
The squeaking of the sneakers
The deafening silence of my room
The strike of red devouring half the seekers
The torment of fire in my place of gloom
Devilish smirks head toward the goal
And my hope along with it
For in my room, the same thing goes
I wish me along with it
The suspense, the shot, the slamming off
My hope heads toward the ground
The save, the send, the slamming off
The new queen is crowned
Into the hoop, by and by
The control back in my hands
For even though the ball soars high,
The devil’s scheme never lands