'Respect' Poem by GloriaC Gonzales

'Respect'



How do you suppose to make me see.
All you wanted was for me to be.
All you wanted me to speak.
The respect..
What respect? I never recieved.
The secrets you keeped from from me.
The bruises and pain that weekend my knees.
Until I respected myself to finally leave.
You were right all along.I knew I was weak.
Respect, is what I have achieved.
All on my own!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Barry A. Lanier 18 March 2009

pain well scripted thanks for catharsizing, , , , , bravo

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