Everything I Am Not

She is female,
I am not.
She is free,
I am not.
She is strong,
I am not.
She is bright,
I am not.
She is beautiful,
I am not.
She is loved,
I am not.

She is everything
I am not.































Yes indeed – this beautiful and intelligent young woman is everything I am not. She is my better in every conceivable way. Which is why, on this dank and dreary night, on the mean streets of the city, I must kiss her boots – as a demonstration of my innate inferiority before her.

She does not speak to me. She is not my friend. She is my customer-master, and I am her public footslave.

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