Love And Basketball

You know that moment when it is the last three seconds on the clock and your team has the ball. One second has past and now it is down to two. The orange and black Spalding ball is passed to you. That's when it's time; time to shoot the ball flows out of your hand oh so smoothly and sails through the air until it swishes straight at the buzzer. The crowd goes wild. You just stand there and smile at the scoreboard full of pride. Then out of the corner comes the love of your life. And you run over to him to kiss and hold you wake up because the dream is now over.
Hey, my name is Messiah. I've always been a Hooper. I'm not one of those regular tumblr hippies either. I hate that to death all those girls look the same they make us light skinned girls seem so basic. I wear my hair curly and wild like a lion. I mean I am a Leo. I absolutely hate makeup. The most I will ever put on will be some eyeliner and lip gloss. People really didn't appreciate me for that. I always got picked on you know. Especially by the boys. They were always talking about how girls couldn't hoop and how I would never amount to anything in the WNBA, but unlike most of them I was going to do something with my skill.