I dream of that day
When I can finally look you in the face,
And hear you mumble the truth
Of what lead us to this place.
I wanted to let it go
And just put everything in the past.
Write you off as another lesson
But I really have to ask,
Does my intelligence offend you?
Does it not sit well within your core?
That I’m not just satisfied with knowledge
That I possess an incessant thirst for more?
Are you insulted by my resilience?
My ability to smile through the pain?
Or is it because I won’t succumb
That has you cursing out my name?
Are you threatened by my presence?
My very state of being?
Am I in the way of what you want?
Is there something I’m not seeing?
You’ve carried this grudge for years,
Constantly trying to haunt me.
Like I owe you for my success.
Like without you I’d been nothing,
But a pretty face in the crowd
That eagerly walked the halls.
The forgotten child at the table
Who could make no friends at all.
I do thank you for your offer
Those first few hours I was alone.
But I won’t applaud you for MY achievements,
I’ve earned them on my own.
I do hope we get that meeting
To put all this nonsense to rest.
But until then I wish you well
Signed, Ms. Obviously Made You Jealous.
Venice Renee-Lynn Hughes