Sunday morning, April 28, 2024 at 6: 23 a.m.
—This poem is for Misnia Bahri, richly deserving.
You are a foolish, little girl from Jordan
who has the nose, mouth and face of a mutt,
and the eyes of a slut, that's for certain.
You fancy yourself a model and songwriter,
yet you are physically ugly, have an ugly disposition,
and lack talent when it comes to composition.
In sum, you lack everything that makes for success,
and just look at you—you are an ugly, dirty mess.
Made for success? You are with certainty delusional!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem