Poetica: Whose genes do I wear?

Amidst racist shouts,

wouldn't you want to know

family tree roots?

Dangling on a limb,

in search of identity,

blown by shifting winds?

When you dress for work,

are your genes too tight to zip,

wrong size, wrong color?

Racial purity

does not bring security,

is not surety.

What's your DNA,

with its threads, buttons, and weaves,

really got to say?

Who you think you are

might be challenged by its story

or, in fact, confirmed.