Although I will laugh and grin amongst the company of family and friends, behind the curtains I really do hate the B word. I am NOT a B****. So don't call me by that name. Do not treat me as if I can do nothing more than fetch your bone, dig myself into a hole, run around in circles for your entertainment. I breathe like you breathe. You are Adam; I am Eve. We are parts of one whole, so when you reject me, you reject yourself. Do not disrespect me. Do not neglect me, upset me, or second guess me. I am your Mama, Sister, Auntie. And even you, drowning in your flawed mentality, know better than to call one of them outside of their name. So treat me the same. A good woman will keep you sane. A good woman will be your claim to fame, keep you going. You need to recognize my worth. I am NOT a B*tch.

I am NOT a B****. So do not judge me by my size and color. Purebred, mutt. I create my own label. Runt, husky. I will still love the same. I will still dominate. Rub me the wrong way and I will attack. An aggression incited by the askew intentions of my approachers. Away, stranger! Refrain from placing your hand- do not put a finger on me. Do not touch me. Do not pet me. Do not rub me. And smile. And condescend. I do not know who you are. But I know myself enough to love myself enough not to let you mistreat me. And I will attack, your puppy love mistreated. And I will show-oh- I will show you that “hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”. But I am not a B****.

So don't call me by that name. Call me… Precious. Worthy. Lovely. Call me Queen, Ma'am, Mama. Miss, Mi Amor, Beautiful. Daughter, Dream, Everything. Anything. ‘Cause I feel like you do. And I need respect, too. Your words are whip lashes to the back, gun shots to the head. And I bleed the very same. But I am NOT a B****. So, please, don't call me by that name.