Who was i when entered the fancy Viennese shop
Measured by saleslady' rigid face, cold steely eyes
Produced look of critical contempt , you are not welcome here
Poorly dressed,just stepped from the planet of nothing
To the planet of cornucopia, no shortages of any kind

Lowly immigrant with big aspirations in the heart
I bravely stared back, giving her no less ridicule
Retorting words as bullets .. give me that hat behind the glass
Trying, admiring , imagining myself on fancy party
She snorted ..there should be special dress for it
Is not your worry madam , the sentence hit the aim
I'll do it soon enough, the hat is starting point
Throwing the money on the counter as if it were
The pearls before the swine.. i exited
Leaving the racist woman in full stupor

by Margaret Gudkov