Respect: (
When i told you no you kept on going
i have to live with the bruises
its different for me and you know that
i hate you because you show no respect
when i say no that is final
you don't understand what i have to go through
i thought you would listen to me
I'm so sick of this! !
I done you see i would like to be respected
poem by Marissa Ford
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