I Am Journalist, Hear Me Rawr!


You can't see the part of me I'm most proud of.

The part of me that got up and said, "I can do this."

The part of me that want's to be shown off to everyone.

This part of me is only seen a few times a year.

A band roles into town.

That's when she comes out.

The feisty journalist, eager to get an interview.

She's fun, she's loud, she connects with the band.

Her name has been spread all over, yet most people don't know her.

She's great at what she does and the people up on stage see that.

She's going somewhere.

She's taking all the steps to get there.

And with all that work she will.

She knows she's someone important.

It's only a matter of time before the rest of the world sees that too.

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