My creation, evolves, From my imagination, Also known as wild. Common styles dissolve, As I find where I be, As I find me. Intentions not to compete, To put you in heat, glue you to your seat, Or knock you off your feet. But if that’s the effect, Can’t say that I regret it. Maybe you will be ready next time. No grade two rhymes, Speaking of once upon a time, But real inner thoughts, feelings, dreams, Brought out… No need to shout, Words give all the emphasis you need. At times, words hold back. Wasn’t sure if you could take that. No room to offend, There isn’t time to pretend, That a real world isn’t out there, To contend your faith. My creation, no imitation, In order to change this nation, This generation….this generation. Who I be? HIS CREATION.