The document expresses that the speaker would dislike being labeled or identified by a single nationality, religion, or ethnicity. Over multiple sentences, the speaker lists various identities they would dislike being called such as Indian, Russian, Chinese, English, Sikh, Muslim, Christian, Afghani, Japanese, Scotsman, German, Hindu, African, Australian, Burmese, Pakistani, and Buddhist. The speaker says they would be honored if instead they were simply called a human.

1. HUMAN
I would hate it if you called me an Indian; tracing my rudiments to an
unfathomable myriad of customs and aboriginal traditions,
I would hate it if you called me a Russian; linked various stages of my
life to stringent vodka; and exhilarating games of chess,
I would hate it if you called me a Chinese; harboring tiny pairs of
eyes; and an intrinsic tendency in my blood to feast on
tantalizingly roasted sea food,
I would hate it if you called me an Englishman; blurting countless
sentences a day in bombastic slang; blushing to more crimson
than the scarlet rose; in poignant alacrity of the
stupendously cold winds,
I would hate it if you called me a turbaned Sikh; disseminating
oligarchic cigar smoke towards the azure cosmos; brandishing
my enemies with valiant strokes of my scintillating sword,
I would hate it if you called me a staunch Muslim; ferociously beating
the drums in order to appease Almighty Lord; sagaciously
reading through the Quran-e-Sharif; umpteenth number of times
in the sweltering day,
I would hate it if you called me a Christian; profusely relishing port
wine and robust lamb; whispering with snobbish sonority; as
the breeze tried to swipe the majestic candles away,
I would hate it if you called me an Afghani; pampering my royal beard
to the fullest as the minutes unveiled; glowing more fairer
than the Sun at times; as the moon bloomed full throttle in
the resplendent sky,
I would hate it if you called me a Japanese; existing in a world of
earthquakes and technology; attired in an oriental tycoon suit; and horn
rimmed glasses fitting snugly to the bridge of my nose,
I would hate it if you called me a Scotsman; embellishing my dwelling
with exotic ivory and titillating cheese; frolicking in the
Alps with my boisterously ebullient kin,
I would hate it if you called me a German; towering like a gentle
giant above the ground without a boot on my ingenious feet;
riding in supreme exultation every instant on the frontiers of
spell binding innovation,
I would hate it if you called me a Hindu; chanting entury old hymns
in front of the Omnipotent Lord; entrenching my feeble wrists
in a vivid festoon of sacred thread,

2. I would hate it if you called me an African; dancing in frenzied
passion to the beats of the voluptuous jungle; with a jugglery
of Herculean muscle protruding from beneath the layers of my
magnificently sooty skin,
I would hate it if you called me an Australian; fantastically juggling
bountiful discs towards the sky; munching mesmerizing burgers;
as the sands by the sea metamorphosed to a perfect golden,
I would hate it if you called me a Burmese; indigenously thumping the
soil to appease the rain Gods; swimming voraciously amidst the
waves; to capsize my share of fish,
I would hate it if you called me a Pakistani; marching through the
streets like a king in my robes of Persian silk; enriching
myself in a world of song and princely poetry,
I would hate it if you called me a Buddhist; admiring my tonsured scalp
which shone more seductively thanthe cascading waterfalls; incessantly
gallivanting through a tunnel of statues and monarchs,
And I would equally hate it if you called me or compared me even a
fraction with Almighty Lord; possessing magical powers to transform
threadbare mud into glittering gold,
Instead I would be overwhelming honored; could slain my life
this very instant for all of you out there; if only you
christened and embraced me; as a human.