Long ago, when I lay at your feet and whimpered beneath your touch I dared to dream of freedom. Never then did the thought of vengeance enter my mind. Your breath in my face tasted like death and the touch of your skin was beyond pain. The smell of you engulfed me, sickened, revolted me, and still I lived on. You are the disease that threatened to destroy me, but I am stronger than you … and wiser. I even smiled when you looked at me, showed you my best side. I knew it was pointless to dream, but dream I did. Daily I dreamed of freedom. Now I taste the clean air and feel the sun kiss my skin. The wind caresses my body and plays with my hair. I breathe in the scent of flowers and grass. I pity you now, in your dark cell. Now that I am free, freedom has become your dream. loneliness is your nightmare. The heavens no longer kiss you, the wind no longer loves you. You will never hear the trees whisper your name in adoration and flowers do not wear perfume for you. I am no longer the dog at your feet, but the woman who stands proud. Never again will I cow down beneath your filthy boot. You watch me walk in the sunshine now and remember me as you crouch in your shadowed pit.
captivatingbitter 
POWERFUL. The feelings; the emotions; the freedom and freed person living in these words; this world, this vision pours into life with explosive worth. The antagonist has little substance here: he is without dominance, control, power; but, must admire and adore the radiant individual before him. Yes, now it his turn to dream to desire to hunger; it is his turn to need (you).
Once the haunts of power dominance and control no longer hold you, freedom permits (you) everything, the world (then) is limitless.
Note: Line#2: Sentence#2: “You breath in my face…..” Perhaps you intended (Your) breath….
A Super Poem.
Be Well.
Thanks so much… I appreciate all of your insiteful comments… (and thanks, I went back and corrected my sentance… )