(I) Respect Me

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Who deserves it?

Why me?

I’ll be the first to admit I’ve quit.
And go as far as to confess
what a mess I’ve made.

Because see,

there’s no amount of grit that guarantees
I’ll be met with respect of any degree.

The more I learn the more I’ll earn–
it was only a matter of time
before it’d be my turn.

Or so they said.
Then-convinced, I complied

in the name of getting ahead.

And cliche as it may sound
That was then and this is now.

Presently, I make countless donations
to the cause that is me.

I know now that I don’t need a destination–
what I need is to be free,
let go of expectations.

So I honor this affinity for creation I’ve long felt–
bringing the unimaginable to life through self expression.
I assign meaning–

they meet me–

to the real me.

Some they disagree
in silence.
Others plea–

grounded by old beliefs
like roots of a tree.
But that could never be me.

So how does one get to be respected?
They don’t.

They won’t.

I don’t.
And won’t.

Not unless or until
I am free to be me–
even if they don’t agree.

Tomorrow’s a new day–
another chance.

So, I’ll rest
and the rest
will fall into place.

You see,
self-respect

that’s the key.

It always was and it always will be.

I am worth it.
Why not me?

And now you’ve found out what it means
to me–

why I “deserve” it.