I am not a category
Not a position
A role
A meaningless statistic
On your fancy chart
I will not be put in a place
Told what to do
What to make
What to speak
My words are my words
My love is my love
One of the other
Or none of the above
Don’t put a censored bar
Over my heart

Don’t bleep out my declarations of love
Put a tax on my artistic endeavors
Ruffle your feathers
Offensive content
Abusive content
Trigger warning over my soul
My language is foul language

I am an artist
My art is my words
Don’t put a censored bar
Over my heart
Self-righteous
Entitled you have the power to a rifle
Put a bullet to my art
I’ll show you where to start
Your target is my heart
Because my work is my art
My art is my words
And I love my work
I take pride in my art
And my words are a reflection
Of me

So take your rifle
Take your bible
And pray
For the day
When the art goes away
The moment the bullet hits
My heart and my brain
And my work
My art
My words
You’ve finally put a censored bar
Over my heart