Spiky is sick.
Sick of telling everyone the same thing.
She imagines her friends and strangers thinking,
"Who is this chick?
All she says is, 'I'm editing this film."
It's been 5 months...no 7.
Is Spiky really sure of this profession?
Maybe she's learning a lesson.
Not just from editing,
But from the tiny home as well.
Things take time.
Good things take even MORE time.
She rejoins her father and brother.
The home is almost finished.
She grumbles and gruffs at her progress.
I think she should pin-it.
No one wants to hear a complainer.
Though, if you were in her shoes
Would you blame her?
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To be a Straw Hat
PoetryA young woman graduated from college and has no idea what to do with the rest of her life. No one will hire a nobody with no experience and a lot of time on their hands. Spiky (her nickname), tries to find her way in life while many odds are stacked...
