Don't mistake my works for love poems or words of sorrow

Make no assumptions that I'm making promises of tomorrow

 Don't listen to the line of grapes rumoring that what I wrote was drama

 Stay in anticipation of the message because it ain't about mama

 Assume not that you must read between the lines

 You may turn the wrong direction if you read the wrong signs

 I find it unnecessary to paint with words of heartache

 You won't see me jot down the names of who's made my heart break

 Never am I inclined to share thoughts of feeling suicidal

 You won't hear me speak of my fallen heroes or current idol

 I won't share my horrors or nightmares or dreams

 Because even in the real world nothing is what it seems

 I won't speak of my heritage or the land I call home

 Or my candy apple Cadi pimped out with chrome

 This artist doesn't speak on political views or oppression

 Nor does this creator compose lines of angst or aggression

 There will be no production of meadows, butterflies, or scenic views

 You won't catch me confessing love to my muse

 But expect this….

 When I write I promise to fuse

 Whatever the terminology I use

 To express what in my mind stews

 My intent is not to enlighten or confuse

                    Nor is it to discourage or enthuse