Writing

I Work For Free

I don’t know what winters you’ve endured
I don’t know why you don’t find the little things funny
I don’t know why it all made sense to you
I joked about “cracking” a woman like her
Thought maybe if I showed her enough light she’d start to thaw
Yet people have suns of their own, they have reasons for their reasons
The worst of the worst can leave people bitter
The worst of the worst can leave people full of heart and soul

I found a woman who loved talking about all she’s done. She’d traveled the world, earned a degree and loved to see herself in the paper. Yet, if I had to choose someone who I’d want to emulate, it will never be her. Recognition and the 7 wonders of the world can’t soften a mean streak. Five star hotels will never be a home and I hope there comes a day when she understands why people work for free—even if it takes her another forty years.

Confidence should never come with a loss of heart.

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