My trusty orange ball rests in my hands
the worries of tomorrow gone.
Lunging to the left I bounce the ball off the wood
my teachers’ voices no longer ringing in my head.
I stop and prepare to shoot
my tests lose their importance.
The ball rolls off my fingers
my parents’ nagging quiets in the distance.
At the sound of that swoosh
all my problems are gone.
A round orange ball
the only way that I feel calm.
Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
Become an elementary school teacher in the inner city
My mom and dad