I am... An athlete.

Blond hair flows down my back as I run,

Basketball is my main form of fun.

I am an athlete,

Its in my blood to compete.

I am determined

And I am focused,

I won’t ever grow nervous.

I feed off the energy around me

The louder you get the more ferocious I will be.

I am a hard worker,

I am not a quitter I’m a heavy hitter.

No matter what the sport I give it my all,

Basketball, track, even volleyball.

I am an athlete, I am a winner.

It’s not often I look like a beginner.

No matter what you do,

Do it for you.

I am my own soul, I am my own mind.

Being an athlete is what makes me kind. 

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