You might think i’m just

a fifteen year old boy

with brown hair

and brown eyes

But I know I am more

way more than that

not an desk or chair

not a chipmunk or rabbitt

A basketball

an orange bouncy basketball

when i hit the rim and roll out

of the rim for the game winning shot

when I sit out of bounds and cry

listening to the sound of the crowd laugh

I am a basketball popped

not bouncing

my team crying because they

wanted to win the game

But when I air up my basketball becomes bouncy again

getting shot from behind the line

and splash my team wins

I become an scoring basketball

with shots and blocks

surprising everyone with an crossover

I go one way then come back quickly

I’m always bouncing

until I get tired

and then that’s when the game ends

I take a deep breath and start over again

and again

and again

The brown haired, brown eyed boy

is an basketball

an bouncy, leather, orange basketball all in one game