Indifference to You

By Jonathon Freeman

You placed leather onto my end and I wept,
and how you ask for my respect.

You place a verbal sword to my chest,
yet you ask for more respect.

You once physically threatened me
because I did not agree.
Still, you demand my respect.

You force your opinions as facts onto me,
making me feel so unfree.
And the need for respect grows.

So, if respect is wanting you to go away,
disagreeing with three-fourths of what you say,
and until I leave, not being able to wait,
then I have enough respect for you to fill the space
of a hundred worlds, a million countries, and a trillion states.


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