In Tears for Water singer-songwriter Alicia Keys writes verse that's not as hilariously bad as that of fellow VH1 chanteuse Jewel; still, her work would not pass muster in an introductory writing course at a four-year college. She's roughly on the level of Maya Angelou. Thus, the patient reader winces mildly at flat laments about alienation (''Sometimes I feel/like I don't belong anywhere'') and emotional reticence (''I'm a prisoner/Of words unsaid/Just lonely feelings/Locked away in my head'' ) poems sometimes followed by Keys' own explanations of their ''meanings.'' Serviceable metric patterns are as scarce as vivid images, or signs of shame.

