I sitting can only ponder and never pen.

Money dried hands,  leads to moneyless happiness.

Without money my words are dried but not because they were written paper,

But because like the magna carta symbol on our bills or pyramid of my American society I am the base.

And that's nothing to be happy about

Even though I hold up this nation

Through gestation.

I can't hold up to them,

Because I am poor.

Because I am judged by the Y chromosomes I do not have.
Moreover I am sad that my kin of kind thinks me not genius too.