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While searching through my childhood dresser, I stumbled across some old poems that I had written back in the eighth grade. Some were okay and some were, well, “cute,”as my teacher put it. One thing is for sure, however, they shouldn’t be seen by human eyes.

But, this is how much I love you all. So, may I present to you for your viewing pleasure, a poem from the vault, as written by a 13-year-old Leroy Brumage.

نعم ب

Only On You

Spending my life,

My soul.

My heart,

My love.

Only on you.

Spending my time,

And my world.

My secrets,

My sorrows.

Only on you.



*As a note, this is probably why I was single throughout my high school career. You think I come on too strong? None of the women in the back of my van think so! You didn’t see that…*