October 13, 2017
By JaquiseJabari BRONZE, Las Vegas, Nevada
JaquiseJabari BRONZE, Las Vegas, Nevada
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In one week as I write this poem I am off to the “The Loop”
The first thing me and my friends will do is hoop
But It feels like I have a million years left
Everyday the clock teases me by going slower than ever before
I'm already excited to see all the neverending green around me
And the fresh smell of plants growing again
Instead of seeing the brick colored ground and rocks
I can feel the cold,crisp air on my face
Although right now i'm dying of heat exhaustion from the blazing sun
I slowly start hearing people telling me to “shoot the ball”
And I go back to reality and remember i'm in basketball class
I still can't chew on the fact that I have a week left.

The author's comments:

I was inspired to write this a week before I leave to Chicago from Vegas. I Felt like I am waiting for ever for that day. In classes I am spacing out of me already being there instead of paying attention.

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