Metamorphosis

Mother’s frailty was surely a dominant gene Small wonder school bullies showered me with attention One day having been rendered defenseless I resigned to the usual rain of fists Feeling no pain, my eyes opened to see A handsome lad giving my assailant his own dose Thus, John the brave, became a treasure Time lapse, with college behind me On the tram home, I beheld a ravishing beauty My senses assaulted, I approached her Her gaze fixed quizzically on me She then called my name Sensing my perplexity, she whispered “You knew me as John; how I hated being John” Numb with disbelief, I wondered How many ladies out there were truly born girls?!