Through eons, I have been defined, when did I ask?,
First, as one of six out of Africa, in who’s genepool I bask.
My Neanderthal mix, truly interracial blood imbibed,
My skill as a hunter, thus my importance to the tribe.

 

My skin colour, eye colour, human spectrum legibility,
The number of my concubines and children, my fertility.
The size of my feet or any other such physical shred,
The slope of my forehead and the bumps on my head.

 

The lines on my palms and the shape of ears and face,
My religion, my political leaning and my social grace.
My blood type, dental records, auras’ colour devotion,
My fingerprint, my Intelligence and Empathy Quotient.

 

My dexterity how am I handed, my sexual tendency,
My Myers-Briggs profile, my inherent dependencies.
My genetic make-up, informed through DNA review,
My biometric footprint and retinal response, as I view.

 

My brain activity captured by neural pathway analysis,
Body Mass Index, this fast twitch nerve reaction passes.,
More than a measure, a reading or a type, as this man
Don’t define me, leave me, just let me be all that I can.