Don't define yourself

On just the one aspect

Of your form and being.

(Even if it bounces

And echoes through the labyrinth

Of nooks and crannies,

That makes you,

You.)

You risk exploitation

By those fools who think,

Playing one note is a symphony.

I fear they will make

The song you sing;

A direful drone.

Something far less proud than it is.

Sure,

You have a horn

But you are also a horse.