Momodou's Poem:

SWEAT

I wake up at 4am

Running down the stairs

Like a lamborghini

Ready to lace em up

Its 90 degrees outside and nobody's out

i m by myself with cones and a ball

I shoot 1 million shots and make 8 It's to hot

I can't make any shots I'm somnolent

Excuses upon excuses upon

You guessed it excuses upon excuses  

until i want to go in

But i get up place the cones

and all you hear is

Clank brick click clang until i get it right

I'm feeling like i'm in a Fight

I feel tons of sweat dripping down

My face

I'm about to fall because

Right now i can't play basketball

You can see the the clouds getting dimed

In front of the sun

Its starting to get late The ball is fire

Because i can't seem to get it right

I lay back and think of the clouds

I'm sweating like a pool Or a lake

I don't know what to think

Of except for being asleep

Its hot and im about to fold

I lay down and swim backstroke

In the

pool of sweat that came dripping down my face

I get back up soaked from swimming and

Continue to play

As i dribble i feel lighting through my hands

I felt the melt on the basketball

That's when i knew it was time to stall

I went from chicago to canada in the

Blink of an eye i was gone

Thinking of nothing but getting Around and

Stalling all across america

I get dry with no sweat as i

Get across america with no problem

Meeting the flash and he can't even

Catch up i feel the wind

Against my face as i have the ball

In my hands

As i lay back and see

The pool of sweat from earlier

I come back down from

Canada and replace the cones

I get back up and all of a sudden

Like the tortoise and the hair

I feel great

The basketball dribbles back

On the black court

I'm hitting every shot i take

I feel like im great

Its great until i want

To go inside so i have to stall

again.