I’m not a salesperson
Nor am I verbally suave’
Not a publisher or agent
Nor am I filthy rich!
I can’t pay thousands
Nor peddle to stores
I can’t smoose peeps into
& Am not whoring myself!
I am what I am
What I love to do
Have a talent for
Is the written word.
Tired of concrete ceilings
A decision’s been made
Not going to desire
Something that’ll never be.
I’ve hunted it all my life
Spending time,energy & cash
I’ll accept as hobby now.
No proffession, which frees
Me from the rat race &
The other frustrations &
I’m finally my own boss.
patchwork girl speaks 