Respect
For almost my entire life, I have been fighting a treacherous battle in order to earn respect.
Sometimes, I had to be as kind as God to earn the praise that I desire.
Other times, I was respected because I’m a tough person who can cause enormous destruction.
Is it better to earn people’s respect through righteousness or hatred?
For many years, I didn’t know the answer to my question.
Presently, I’m fully aware that I’m the only person who should respect me.
Copyright © Michael Lomonaco | Year Posted 2012
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