I, Direct Me

Do we sit down and watch

Of how others garment are washed?

Now copying measures of another

When we cannot stand the face of our mother.

Do we now check Czech

As how they direct their guns

Left, right, up, down!

Can't we make garments that fits us?

Can't we wear the ears of the deaf?

Can't we stretch forth our hands to new fabrics?

Can't we lay at what we hold?

For me, I will.

For you, You decide.

Seeing we have no front in fronts.

I'll now listen to my own tunes.

And wash my hands at what pleases me.

I'll stand and make for myself new garments.

Garments later tucked in my others

Yes, we will stand tall, different!

It only takes you!

Take up your legs let's go.

Trudging the earth surface with firm steps

For we have no one directing us