The Name They Call Her

Always said with venom

Always intended to punish

“How dare you?!” it asked her

insinuating that she was uppity

presumptuous

a ball breaker

to draw a circle around her body

declare loudly “Mine!”

 

Was she 12 the first time

that she had been called bitch?

Or was it 16

when she tired of boys and men

acting like her body was theirs

to look at

comment on

hold down

insult

touch

control?

 

Tired of adult women

telling her to be

nice

quiet

polite

complacent

a “good” sport

She was NOT a good sport

 

The rage became a

knife

sharp

deadly

that she learned to yield

much too often

on her own flesh

 

© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

24 thoughts on “The Name They Call Her

      1. It shouldn’t make them nervous! There are things in this world which should be incinerated or never should have existed in the first place. Don’t let the rage go out, it’s the fuel which drives us! I love your writing especially ones like these!

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  1. Fuck yeah! I remember my Mum calling me a stubborn cow when I was a teenager, & sticking up for myself; while it hurt, there was also a wild wolf woman inside me who stood up and raged, saying ‘I HAVE TO BE THIS WAY SOMETIMES IN THIS WORLD!’
    Love this post (as usual), G 💪🏼

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  2. i… I am angry… sad… i am just so many things… I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT WHAT THIS DOES TO ME C! there is such a big part of my story i havent shared… because i have spent so much of my life repressing it and forgetting it… i hinted at it in my latest piece…. but my love… i think i have to get my notebook back out… SHIT….chills!

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