Because I Am

When adults asked high school me what I wanted to be,

I told them I wanted to be a journalist,

because I thought that meant being a writer with a paycheck.

 

Now, when friends act surprised at how many questions I ask,

I remind them I’m a journalist – and they wonder if that part of me ever turns off.

 

It doesn’t.

 

Why turn off your why?

 

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