I Am

I am a BMX racer that likes to talk to my next

door neighbor.

I wonder if there will ever be a better BMX bike.

I hear the zips and zooms of a racer zooming

through the bergs.

I see a racer gliding through the air and the

smooth landing.

I want to be the world champion.

I am a BMX racer that likes to talk to my next

door neighbor.

I pretend to be the best.

I feel fearless of the dangers upon the berms and

the jumps.

I touch the grip as the announcer yells, "Get ready.

Get set. Drop!"

I worry I'll wreck on a jump and flip upside

down and land on my back.

I cry because of a sprained ankle and wrist.

I am a BMX racer that likes to talk to my next

door neighbor.

I understand that I lost the race.

I say, "Good job," to the other racers.

I dream I win every race I enter.

I try to win the race.

I hope BMX racing goes forever.

I am a BMX racer that likes to talk to my next

door neighbor.

Shayne