So who the hell am I?
June 11th, 2008 by A Les LupisanWho am I?
I know who I am.
Been a bum
A pain to my mom
Dove down
Rose up
Dumb before
Wised up after
From leeching off household meat
Went back up on my feet
Walked out; but walked back in
Street is out; school is in
Went to the Advo,
Topped it ’til I bottomed out.
Been a grad, too.
In 2002.
But not before I pained my profs’ necks
+ on pol orgs I put tons of hex
Now I’m a pro,
Too bad I’ve got no ‘fro
But I’ve got prop
Tell me to hop + I will pop.
Been a pen-toting,
Keyboard-keying
Writer for hire
Drawing people’s ire
But the more important question is: Who the hell are you?
Ask not what I want,
Ask what you want for yourself.
Ask not what the country can do for you,
But ask yourself what you can do for your country.
Ask yourself:
What man is a man who does not make his world a better place?
For…
It’s not what you are underneath; it’s what you do that defines you.
So what the hell am I babbling about?
That’s another story.
A blog. Another entry.
For now, take solace
Know my name is Les.
| June 11th, 2008 by A Les Lupisan A Les Lupisan is a creative writer + director. He is an alumnus of the Advocate + a graduate of AB Mass Communication, batch 2002. He is an artist, a musician, a writer, but aren't we all? |
