RESPECT

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RESPECT

This is what I speak
My words are not bleak

From me a brown skin African American Woman
Who's tired of the lack of respect we get from men

I'm conveying a message to my beautiful black sistas
The lack of respect is not acceptable, we are everlasting

This is what I speak
My words are not bleak

Black woman you are
Powerful women of color
Powerful women of splendor
Powerful women of endless beauty

Brothas you cant have the title of a King
If you cannot respect your beautiful black Queen

To my brothas who cant grasp what I am saying
Let me make it very clear

We don't wan rejection
We want to be respected

We don't want trouble
We want to be honored

We don't want to be rejected, mistreated or abused
We don't want to be used

We don't want stress
We want to be blessed

We don't want a boy
We want a man

We don't want to be treated like your property your possession
We don't belong to anyone except Jesus Christ our Savior

We don't want to be disregard or disrespected
We want love and affection

My brothas the message is very clear
We will no longer shed a tear

We are beautiful black beings
We deserve respect and to be treated like Queens

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teasasue commented on RESPECT

08-12-2009

I loved it, you hit the nail on the head with this one, however I am not black but want the same things out of my white man. Lots of you are stronger than us though and will leave and not take the crap, I just wish I had that strength.

Heaven1965

08/12/2009

Thank you. You have the strenght, everyong woman has inner strength, some are just stronger than others. You have girl you just have to learn how to use it.

Heaven1965

08/12/2009

You have the strenght, every woman has inner strength, some are just stronger than others. You have strenght girl you just have to learn how to use it. THis is what I meant to say. I typed to fast on the other response. My words are jumbled.

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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