I am not an object –

I have feelings.

I have dignity.

I am not someone you can serve candy-coated lies.

I am a woman who deserves respect, love, and kindness.

I gave my heart –  it’s torne apart.

Now I am the one who dries my eyes.

Not only do I expect respect, I demand it too.

Because I’ve been misused, mistreated, and abused; but I won’t let that happen again.

I am strong.

I have God.

I have self-respect.

I have values that mean something to me.

Now all I ask is respect that.

Please, Respect Me.