An Rchp Poem

Hey

Venice queen

Dani California

Strip my mind

C’mon girl

If

Midnight

Meet me at the corner

Throw away your television

Easily

Look around

Don’t forget me

Sick love

Did I let you know

Happiness loves company

Under the bridge

This is the place

So much i

Make you feel better

I could die for you

(I used songs from the red hot chili peppers to make a poem)

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It’s Not Right

Touching

Grabbing

Fondling

Being inappropriate

It’s not right

Fear

Scared

Crying

Scarred

It’s not right

Doctor

Teacher

Film producer

No matter what

It’s not right

Educate

Make sure

Never again because

It’s not right

Becoming a Wolf In a Lions Den on Wall Street

That Which is To Herself


I have become like a wolf on Wall Street. I seek stories with unquenchable thirst, rather than deals.

Showing up to a company party in The Trump Building on Wall Street, it unexpectedly ends up being an intimate gathering between coworkers.

Clearly I don’t belong here, but luckily as a journalist I always belong, I always have opportunity with the power of a pen.

Cutting through the fog of internal discomfort is enabled by a goal, to explore the folks of NYC in their habitats. Conveniently, here I am in the ferocious territory of the wolves, I can’t let this one pass me by.

I’m feeling uncomfortable at first being one of the only girls, not to mention the only person who does not work on at this company. Yet my curiosity takes over and I inquire about their workday. Through being a journalist I can become a part of…

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