[Donna English]

You held me down, but I am undepressed;
a bright umbrella shaking off your rain,
the penicillin to your vicious strain
of pestilence that putrefied our nest.

And since I left, my life’s been wholly blest;
a rosary round my neck and not your chain.
I paid my debt and now I own my brain,
and you have been evicted with the rest

of who I used to be. It is a blast
to know your fumes no longer make me wilt.
I'm celebrating ever since the day
I found out I was pretty, smart, and built.
Men often look at me when I walk past,
and I am looking for a better lay.