You can insult my country.
I am not my country.
But not my poetry.
You can insult my gender.
I am not my gender.
But not my metaphor.
You can insult my race.
I am not my race.
But not my book case.
You can insult my vocation.
I am not my vocation.
But not my radio station.
You can insult me, sweet and mild.
But not my Oscar Wilde.
