I am not a God
I am not a Hafiz
I am not a Rumi
I am not a brilliant mind
But I have the hands of a man who has spent his life in the stock yards of old novels
And I have the body of an eight year old boy.
I have the tongue of an incompetent donkey -
And the will of a fly in a garbage pile
The fact is I can do nothing at all.
Everyone has already said everything that can ever be said
So why in the world would a girl like me try
to do something like have an idea.
Might as well sit here and drink myself stupid
– marry me away to another rich fool.
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