POETRY: It is called respect

in blog •  7 hours ago 

It's the little things that gets me angry. The little things you don't expect

I might be like, oh, come on, I'm just joking, relax

But to me, it's disrespect

That's why I set boundaries, because I'm so big on how you speak to me

Too proud, she's Too proud

You call it pride because I didn't let you be rude to me

Too loud, Too loud.
You call me loud because I didn't keep shut when you tried to silence me

You brought out the violence in me and act like a saint

Respect, you can't trigger me and expect me to act different from the picture you paint.

Respect is the name of the game, not pride, not noise.

Let's call a spade a spade

So when I say, don't speak to me this way, I mean, don't speak to me this way

It's called respect

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