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.
