This is a powerful poem written by a friend of mine Santia Jackson who had many obstacles before being able to play professional basketball overseas. I am currently finishing up designing her website which has video, photos and her total profile. Please if you ever thought about giving up on your dreams, read this poem. There will be an audio added soon.

My Journey

Life is so complicated
And at times I hate it
In pursuit of my dreams
I idolized material things
That now seem overrated.
As a kid I wanted the big house and the fancy car
I even dreamed about being a superstar
In the public eye like, Beyonce, Oprah, and Maya Angelou
The people would love me
because they loved the way I flow.
I prayed from time to time
I didn’t want a new start
I just wanted God to give me what’s in my heart
Can’t he read my mind?
It’s like God never listened to me.
I have been struggling since before,
mom and dad I was one of four
we escaped from poverty
and made it to the middle class
but life was still hard for me
that’s why I hate to talk about my past.
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Makin’ It 

Work is power
Power is commitment
Commitment means struggle
Struggle means progress
Progress means persistance
Persistance is to love one’s goal
A goal is the dream
The dream is the fate
The fate is the journey
The journey is god given
God gives the ability
The ability to make it
The ability to pursue
The ability to know its coming
Then to know its there
Take it and run with it
Then to realize you made it
Then to pass it on
And let that one know
What it takes to be you, what it takes to make it!

- Devin E Davidson

Devin is a guest writer/poet and currently plays semi-pro basketball in California. He has published  a book of poems Poems from the Hood and he has a blog, DeD Product Writes Online

Do you have skills to write poems? I don’t I’m not too good with poems at all. But thanks to those who have submitted their poems to Basketball Overseas. In case you want to enter your poetry into a contest. Visit Poetry.com to enter your poem to win.

There are some talented writers out there and this you can do anywhere, even when you play overseas!

Good luck!

Do you think that basketball is life? For most basketball players, basketball is there life. At one point in my life when I was younger I thought the same thing..All I wanted to do was play and play and everything basketball.

There are many great stories of basketball players and their lives, their success, their motivation and greatness. A new website A Players Life, gives the inside depth of basketball players around the world and what makes them very special.

These basketball photos and basketball stories are very inspirational to read. Take a look at APlayersLife.com and you can even submit your own story!

Coach Wooden

I should have listened
When
You were teaching me
But I felt like
My prior basketball experience was more potent
Than your century
And can you guess
What I learned to define as success
It was baskets
Win or lose I had to be the best
Lost in a world where identity claims player performance
Ignored all warnings
Judged only by game nights
And the loses caused no confusion because I did everything right
My points my rebounds I am bigger than this team
When the game is over I look at my statistics
Say F*** it
If I would have just got the ball more we could have won this shit
Coach needs to be fired teammates need to be replaced
No I don´t want to do
an interview
Can you get the camera out of my face
I was the cancer infecting the entire organization
And only on one occasion
Did I begin to see
That it was not the team,
It was ME.

Author Anonymous

Love of my life

Love of my life where have you taken me?
Foreign faces and places and languages a like
Love of my life why have you forsaken me?
For no matter what I do it does not seem right
This life, a game, I pretend to play
But when odds are 2 and 4 instead of 1 and 3
I think the game is playing me
I have cheated to get here but not cheated enough
The odds are odder than this
The higher you go up
The more you fight to exist
The more existence fights you
For the game
Will always remain
Long after you are through
The nights are rare
Where you can swear
That you were the master
Everything you shot went in
Follow through or no follow through
You were 10 for 10
You vowed that you can play this way again
But never again did you play the same
And although you played to win
You got played by the game.

Author Anonymous