Someday
Left, dribble, spin, dribble, right, dribble, jump
She shoots the ball, it flies from her fingertips
Like a bird it soars, right through the hoop
The crowd cheers, amazed at her cheetah-speed
Left, dribble, spin, dribble, right, dribble, jump
She sinks another jump shot for two points
She’s a blur as she whips around player after player
Six foot two, brown eyes, black curly hair
Her skin so dark it blends in with the black uniform
A black girl in a white, racist neighborhood
She’s now a star player and everyone loves her
Their racist thoughts now just a pile of cold ashes
No one cares that she’s black anymore
Just as long as she wins them the championship
She’ll be their favorite player on the team
A black girl in a white, racist neighborhood
Wakes up from her reoccurring daydream
All those white fingers pointing and laughing
Calling her names and hating her black skin
Too stupid to see past her skin to her heart
Someday they’ll change; someday she’ll be their star
Then it will be white faces cheering a black name
Someday she’ll make her dream come true
Left, dribble, spin, dribble, right, dribble, jump