Middle Matters
I’m at the net,
Fast hands, quick feet.
I read the game,
I take my stand.
You swing?
I’m there.
You tip?
I’ll block.
I jump high,
Land strong,
In the front,
I belong.
I control the court,
I set the tone.
In the front,
I stand alone.
Copyright © Naima Ybarra | Year Posted 2025
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