The Line

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.