volleyball
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sometimes i think about the future
only on long car rides
sometimes i think that I will pursue a career in volleyball
sometimes i think about you and me
I was on the trampoline
The flip went wrong and in my head I thought oh my god I'm going to die, I'm going to snap my neck and I am going to die. And I didn’t care, I was motionless, I let it happen
My name is Judy Kariuki
and it’s pronounced as Karaoke,
I love creative platforms
so i’ll tell you my story.
I’ve always been quiet
very reserved and so shy,
I’d let people step all over me,
Hey Future.
Did you know that this would happen to me?
That this kind of emotional and physical hurt
would slowly crash down on me
On that day -
Bony knobs on two tall trees,
Faint white hairs and scabby knees.
Calves like angles drawn in maths
Glide lithe steps up rugged paths.
Thighs of steel and hams like meat
Help me beat a quick retreat.
sweaty palms deep breaths and tense muscles
long-sleeved jerseys sports bras and spandex
crew socks ankle braces and black and silver shoes
and kneepads always kneepads
Bump,Set,Spike
Its something that people say is easy
Something so simple,yet many cannot do
Bump,Set,Spike
The feeling of performing one of the 3 acts is a rush
This rush is something thats addicting
Notes: In high school we had 14 Gym classes where only The winners in
volley ball wouild compete for the title of the school
I was on one of those teams.
But we were cheated,
You judge without knowing truely.
You look at me with rejection,
But I look at you with pity,
Because you should see perfection.
I'm not talking about looks,
Not even about mentality.
The peddels to the bike were stiff because of that cold morning
Gears groaned as the wheels roatated, stuggling to find its rythem
I was behind my friends,
but then again I was always behind my friends.
Volleyball is my escape
It's where I can focus on just one thing - volleyball.
I don't think about the test tomorrow
The 50 math problems I need to do for homework
The fight with my best friend.
What makes me cryYet makes me want to try
What makes me need sleepYet with joy makes me leap
What makes me bleedYet makes me feel freed
I would change
If I could change
women’s volleyball shorts.
their function is fine,
They fit the way they were designed to
I am able to dive,
hit
pass
and spike
in them.
So quivers my heart in joy and delight
To raise the gold trophy in sweet valedictory
It took my complete strength, and tireless might
To appetite my quench for victory
The game is about to begin, once the ref oscillates her hand
I can hear my heart pounding louder than the bounce of the ball
I look up at the scoreboard that is as blank as a check, then to the stand
The noise from the crowd, muted by the solid, metal gym doors
Forces adrenaline to rush through my veins
Sending a tingling sensation throughout my entire body
Warm Up music starts and the doors slam open
Sitting in the van, hood on, earphones in,
Contemplating whether to be gutsy or play it safe.
Tonight's the night we decide,
To lose or to win.
