Girl With Four Names.

Interviews.
A year spent interning,
Work load like the rest,
Running errands, added.
Her abilities put to test.
The peanuts she earned
Would only pay her rent.
‘Wait for graduation
And then you’ll be content’.
Her folks said to her,
Assuring, like they knew.
What was in store,
Maybe a successful interview?
But in her mind,
Run a constant debate.
Passion or profession,
What was in her fate?
Placing a shoe in both,
She Juggled interviews.
The results, confusing,
Got her, asking for views.
‘Pursue what you studied,
It’s the safest’, they said.
Acing interviews for writing,
She picked her passion instead.