Impressionable still at seventeen
and working for a living
years of degradation cloaked
the fine art of forgiving
To wit, I was the office girl
the junior and the goffer
young, eager, out to please
and certainly no loafer
And then they hired this aging witch
a self proclaimed old mentor
who little did I realize
would become my youth's tormentor
She thought herself elite you see
far above this miner's daughter
and spent her energy each day
spewing.....what I aught'r
Snarling, 'dont do this and 'dont do that'
and 'why are you doing it that way'
chipping away at my self esteem
dreading every work day
An unsigned card she once received
with words of much disdain
someone else must hate her too
but I still got the blame
Eventually the years dragged by
and my revenge grew stronger
the caustic tongue retired at last
under her rule no longer
The years have had their toll of course
and nightmares flood my dreams
I'm back in that old office
with the person of my screams
There is a happy end to this
my conflict was resolved
in yet another dream
I did outmouth the one involved
Alas she's gone and I now have
the maturity that I crave
allow me then to tell you all
I danced upon her grave
Evelyn Macdonald
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-revenge-9/
