Respect is a Gift

Respect is a gift
Given and received
It is seldom demanded
these days
You agree?

The emphasis
On etiquette,
human dignity
Is Misplaced,
A free pass
Not seen

I will not sit quietly
And be subject to malice
I will not forget treatment
Equal to cowardice

As if I am a puppet
Attached by your strings
Waiting for you
To pull me in
Be set free

I am real and I’m here
And If need be I’ll leave
But do not mistake
My demeanor as weak

My Silence is caution
Spoken words often cheap
Your banter and slander
Have no bearing on me

For my value is what I see
Not reflections and tears
Pretending to love
Doesn’t work
I see clear

Being grateful is work
It takes two hands to row
It’s so easy to blame
Then to stop and to know

That this game played by two
Will not last, can’t you see
You would not be you
If you didn’t have me


About goplayintraffic

My Blog, which began as a mommy blog and turned into a writing website,, is the product of my years of being home with my children and trying to find ways to keep myself sane. I have always had this feeling, coming from a single mother, that I have to contribute financially and that I have to be able to take care of myself and my children. having been married, being a NYC school teacher, having four children, living in Newtown, CT and trying to find a way to get through each day with a smile has always been something I've strived for. My stories, articles and poems will do a lot of things but mostly make you feel. I think that is what is so wonderful about having the ability to write. I have been given the gift of taking my emotions and transferring them to written word. Once that is done, I can share those words with others who may feel better, maybe just for a moment, but better nonetheless having read my words. I am glad you are here and hope you will stay:)
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