Miss Revenge

Miss Revenge

Miss Revenge came home with swollen eyes

I soaked in tears, felt

hurt, humiliated, wrathful.

He stood in front of her mirror eyes clean,

and a feeling of rancor however,

He wanted to return the damage suffered.

His soul was on fire and left to drag

by pride and vanity.

Suddenly he remembered something that would serve him in his plan of revenge,

smiling, proud and wicked way

to a drawer where he kept a mask,

it was the face of justice.

I knew that someday you could help me,

your so respectable, so fair, so good.

No one will judge me if I use and put on mascara

the great lady JUSTICE ........