Envy of Evolution

I don't know... revenge?

I saw you yesterday

You were hunched, kneeling on the floor

your hair was a faded, processed dyed colour

To myself I thought, "Well this is it,

The girl that took everything..."

Everything was symbolic, I now think.

You, the floor, me standing erect

And walking straight past you

It is as if I am more evolved than you

Too bad that your 'prize' that you had your eye on

Didn't see it. Too bad he didn't see

My true value, my exact price.

I am glad that you did not look up

And see what you did not want to see,

Which was the satisfied look of triumph after misery.

Author's Note

This was a poem dedicated to the girl that has triumphed over misery.