I will

You cant cow me
Not yet
Not with your stares
Nor with your glares

You cant hurt me
Not today
Not with your swords
Neither with your words

You cant tame me
Not now
Not with your whip
Never with your lip

Because I am what I made of myself
Every bit of grit, feeling and thought
You may rule the universe for all I care
But a quitter, I am not.