Standing Far From The Basket Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Some will say why shoot
When you are too fat from
The basket. Stand and aim
And put your focus on a ball
Getting in that basket for it
Is in throwing it in that you
Will know the basket is not there
To measure how good people think
You are, but to tell you what it
Is you know about the game of focus.

You get the ball and hold on tp it.
Let it go after you aim for this chance
Will ne lost. Once lost it never bounces
Back for it is not mafe of rubber like
The ball. Like the chance it is, it goes
Disappears into the sunset like the sun.

If you try mother earth will tell gravity
To stop for it is the chance of the son
Of love to defy the force it is and tell
The world he missed being Michael Jordan
Because he was born at midnight when God
Was in a hurry and human flesh was no
Longer wet enough to make anything other
Than the midget that stands so far from
The basket that the basket stands as tall
Higher than the gum trees of Tamarind.