Poem: I never called life a bitch!

Some have said that this bitch of a life
Likes to be mercilessly raped
That there is no eating her fruit
Except taking it by force.
Well, if they are right,
Then real men must soon be extinct
And only dogs will be truly alive.
Others say that we have to pay
Our dues with works of virtue and only then
Might we court the graces of The Father of life
And be dealt by him the maiden’s favorable hand;
Then by God, Only wealthy men are truly righteous
And all who are suffering and poor in this life
Must be of vile and vicious scum?

So you ask, what is my own world view?
Well I try to love life, not to take things too personally.
We are all answerable, first to our conscience,
But ultimately to The Father whom I trust
For His good will which gives me daily gratitude.
I treat life gently, but boldly, like I’d treat a woman;
I give what is demanded of me and pray to God
She doesn’t repay me with bitchy coins.
Of debating whether she’s
A devout mate or a whoring bitch I care little,
All I know, life can be a great teacher
Even when she’s bitchy about consequences;
Whichever way she deals,
She bends to The Father’s bidding.
Then again, I take it with peace that this time, she’s passing
And I’d rather busy my fancy with uncovering the skirts
Of a more promising eternity.

©2010, Poem by Tee Akindele