My Work
I want to work
Where the wind takes me
I want to work
Where my efforts can help others
I want to work
Where I can be enriched by new cultures
Meet new people
Lern new languages
I want to work
For the UN
State Department
Washington Center
Women for Women International
I don’t want to work
For high salaries
In whitewashed corporate offices
In the city I’ve lived in for decades
I guess
I don’t want to work at all
I want to travel
And experience
And give back
And I will live in small smelly slums
In the middle of nowhere, India
If it means that my work
Doesn’t feel like work at all.
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