The Women’s Hoop Game
They run the hardwood floor
like careful commuters
weaving through crazy rush-hour traffic.
Stopping to occasionally put-up ‘bricks’.
Snapshots of sometimes off-balance shots,
from women with big-sneakered feet.
But none scowl, mouths open,
like their Black male counterparts yelling
as if they were ‘wild men’ painted by Munch.
Hanging from hoops – anger contorted and flexed
in biceps/forearms which showcase
tattoos of high-priced felons out for play.
Like Blanche, women who need hugs
and exist among different teaming
cities of strangers – try not to throw-up or shoot
any airball – airball – airball.
Pretending that the fans, the game, the referees,
and above all rim bounces; will always be kind.
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