“I’m not Sam who likes green-eggs and ham,
I’m neither Garfield, Calvin, Dragonball-Z, nor He-man.
I’m not a Redskins or Chelsea fan,
I’m not any kind of sportsfan,
I am my blood, my genes, my race,
All those reflect in my face,
I’m my father, my brother, my mentors, three,
Their thoughts repeated near verbatim by me,
I am am pain, joy, bliss, and agony,
Man of clay, with all faculties,
Insanely sane, or maybe the opposite is true,
Know I myself, better than you?
Actually, what it is that I am,
Is quite plain to see,
For in the end,
I am who I chose to be.”