- DeMarcus Tillman: Poem for Miss Montgomery's English class Out of Bounds: A Baller's Promise
- DeMarcus Tillman: Through the hoop,
- DeMarcus Tillman: through the hole,
- DeMarcus Tillman: the net is my truth,
- DeMarcus Tillman: the ball is my soul.
- DeMarcus Tillman: The court is our bed,
- DeMarcus Tillman: right there on the floor.
- DeMarcus Tillman: Love's what we make,
- DeMarcus Tillman: when we hear the crowd roar.
- DeMarcus Tillman: You may not be pretty,
- DeMarcus Tillman: or have lips to kiss.
- DeMarcus Tillman: But when you slip through that hoop,
- DeMarcus Tillman: it feels like pure bliss.
- DeMarcus Tillman: My love is undying,
- DeMarcus Tillman: when the game starts.
- DeMarcus Tillman: And if game-night's the wedding...?
- DeMarcus Tillman: Then 'til death do us part.
- DeMarcus Tillman: by DeMarcus Tillman