Transformation

I stare him down 

He chuckles 

Plowing forward 

 

I don't shuffle 

As expected 

 

Shoulders bump 

I receive a glare

 

If this city is the teacher 

Grit is the lesson 

 

Doesn't matter who you are

How tall, short, fat, thin 

Well dressed or homeless

 

You've got to throw a few elbows 

 

No one is going to lay down the red carpet for you 

Not until you're above the tax reform 

Ironically

PoetryLily MoeComment