LIKE
BUILDING ON A DREAM
They
lived down in the ghetto
'Mid
the gangsters and the rap
"
Don't walk home after dark because
You
just might catch a 'cap'. "
Eleven
boys without a chance
They
sure could use a break
The
oldest he was just thirteen
With
nothing left at stake.
Decided
after school that he
And
eleven friends would play
That
olden game of Baseball -
Joined
a league that very day.
They
never missed a practice
And
it grew, their self-esteem
Their
confidence was building
They
were proud to be a team.
The
other boys were arrogant
Saw
Baseball just a whim
But
to these boys eleven
It
meant everything to them.
They
listened to the ridicule
They
wore their ragged shirts
For
twice a week they counted on
A
refuge from their hurts.
There
came determination
An
escape from sad home lives
Their
coach knew they had suffered,
He
could see it in their eyes.
Eleven
hearts were winners
And
the championship was near
With
all the bets against them
They
had nothing left to fear.
One
night after practice
T'ward
the ghetto walking home
His
name was 'Little Willy'
He
was nine and all alone.
The
shooter never saw him
So
a witness heard to say
It
was just another 'drive-by'
And
the boy got in their way.
His
team-mates all attended
At
his funeral, they cried
To
improve their lives they'd wanted
But
their 'brother', he had died.
It
was Saturday as scheduled
And
all ten were at the game
They
would play for 'Little Willy'
As
they shouted out his name.
That
day they played the best
That
they had ever played before
Their
hearts were out for Willy,
Never
even heard the score.
When
the game was finally over
Everybody
stood to cheer
Ten
young boys were heros
Who
had beaten one more fear.
They
lived down in the ghetto
There
were ten now on the team
That
trophy stood for more to them -
Like
building on a dream.
Author/Poem written
by:
Tammy Boatman-Young
2002