Intellect 2 Poem by Abdul Wahab

Have me appeared as a sack of meat
Or a mold of clay mix with blood
Or just a frame with bone and flesh
But that is not true me with a head.

In that head I contain something
And occasionally I bring that forth
You may know the man by name
But you know not my intrinsic worth.

Essence of life may be many a thing
To one but to me it is sheer intellect
My existence rounds and counts it most
That part of me you must not neglect.