Miss Retribution (Poem)

They call her vindictive, they fear her malevolence,

When she loses her patience, it gets terrifyingly tense.

They call it madness, the spiteful stuff she’s into,

Without having a clue, of what she has gone through.

She was real nice once, sparkling innocent,

Unfortunately, the world wasn’t so benevolent.

She was pushed too far, by those shallow snakes,

All she got was poison, in return for the cakes.

Sick of this abhorrence, she switched her rule,

Made rightful vengeance, her only tool.

Why should she be kind, to the ones who don’t deserve it?

This is who she is now, hate it or love it.