Call me by the name that rings sweetest in your ears
Whisper it in secret, beneath silks and curtains sheer
Shout it from the rooftops! Make it echo near and far
Scream it when you're with me, or cry it out in war!
Whatever fills your fancy, come on now, don't be shy
Maiden or madonna? Guilty pleasure? What am I?
Be creative as you wish! I do enjoy that spark
Let me be the Muse that inspires nicknames, as a lark!
It's delightful as an exercise, to see what I'll hear next
Amusing to no end, though it may leave others vexed
You might wonder why such things do not infuriate me so
Amid these waxing diatribes defending every perceived blow
In truth, it's simple - whatever name you choose means naught
For what it means to you, however dear or deeply fraught,
Is a meaning of your making, to which no one need ascribe
So call me what you wish: praise, insult, or deride!
I call myself a Bitch, with a dash of Ashtani pride.


Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 927 AF.