My Home, My Court

Home is not just walls and floors, It's the sound of my sneakers and creaking old doors. It’s here, where the ball fits in my hand. My future path is in this land. My bedroom is the busy locker room, Where posters of my favorite players bloom. The hallway is my court where I dribble and shoot. Running after my dream where my talent bears fruit. The backyard is my vast ground to train, Under the sun and wind, even under the rain. I practice my drills every morning before school, I know that this ritual is an essential tool. The dining room is where my game plan is reviewed , With my mom as my best coach she ensures I’m improved. We debate each play trying to stay ahead. Dreaming about the victories in book’s I read. In the living room, the couch holds the fans , I run for the layup, to prove my plans. The coffee table blocks my way, With flexibility I pivot and keep the play. The Kitchen provides fuel for my energy and speed. My mom’s flavorful cooking is always what I need. Her nourishing meals keep me strong and fast, helping me build a future that will last. Home is not just another place, it's where I grow . A court for my dreams, a place to show. It's where, among other things, I dream for fame, Each step building up my basketball name.