Was a lady in the lobby,
A gatekeeper of sorts;
She looked at me with
Fire in her eyes,
And her tongue shot
Bullets of condescension
Like a southern gun pre-loaded
With prejudice....

They stung
The first few times
And once or twice,
Almost triggered
My nuclear option...

But I bit mine,
Swallowing hard through
Clenched teeth
To channel my smiling shield...

Refusing to cede
Control of my rage
To the lady in the lobby...

Or any mortal.

~ P
(#TheLadyInTheLobby)
4/19/2014