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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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