I am called by a thousand names
but the one I hold most dear is
No one prays to The Bitch for favor.
When I am called The Bitch, it is because
you have felt the burn of my sword
pruning away your ancient beliefs
about me, and therefore, about yourself.
No one mistakes The Bitch for a friend,
though you always fall to my friendly fire. The Bitch
in you inspires your anger. You stop whining and
fight back, as you were meant to from the beginning.
You drop your sycophant mask and call to me
with fists clenched and back strong, standing
up for yourself. There! That is the daughter
I created, and you make me proud when
you embrace your inner strength. Now,
learn to do that without the anger, bitch.
© Marti Ceijas, 2014