I, myself, draw the line.
Neither bounded by chains or by reckless thoughts,
flooded by the ignorance of those unaware of my flow.
Is it the way that I speak which inflicts fear on Man?
Is it the swagger of my walk that causes heads to turn?
Should one be a victim of intolerance due to indifference?
There will be sobriety, a sense of ability
With feeling and ingenuity
When I, myself, draw the line.