Where Is My Respect?

The pic above does NOT belong to me.

Where is my Respect?

Give it to me,
Have I not earned it?
Swallowed my pride, closed my eyes and kept my mouth closed.
Threatened to lose my sanity, spared you my profanity, gave in to the vanity.
dressed in the six inches, wore the long weaves, and wore nothing but the best name brand clothes
all the things that I said I'd never do or succumb to.

And I did all of this for you...
to impress you or allow you to be the man while I sat quietly
told the world of how you were my pride and that you inspired me

Where is my RESPECT

When I...

told them that without your strength I was nothing
and without you bringing home all of the bacon I didn't know where I would be
Gave you my unconditional love and my undeniable support,
all of those times you were in and out of court, who sat by your side?
when the police where looking for you, who stood their ground and didn't hide?

Who pushed you from behind when you thought you couldn't go on?
Raised your kids, cooked your meals, Worked my fulltime job and catered to you after yours?
Who was with you when you were working for your 40 acres and a mule? When there were no fancy ass tractors just simple hand made garden tools. Hosed down and attacked by dogs right along side you when we marched for OUR rights...

So Where is my DAMN respect?

When I've been your rib, and at times even your backbone
I was your biggest supporter and now its a sad song

cause in today's times all I've been called is your bitch or your hoe
your object of lust-filled affection and tossed to the side after you've used me.
I'm a notch on your belt or a bragging right so that you can say you "did me"

Where is my respect?

Whatever happened to being your black queen or your right hand?
Now it seems as if all I am, is an object in your mind, a possession that you don't have just one of, as if I'm not special or is it that I have just depreciated and lost my value on my own?

While I used to sit high on my throne, I now open my legs not for the pleasure of my husband or to multiply, but for mankind to put a place on my honeypot, 1st, 2nd,or 63rd.

Now we can't get mad at the obvious,and after all, words are just words... right?
We can't get mad when we were living in the dark and someone chose to turn on the light
We don't care 'cause what's out of mind is usually first out of sight,
and fleeting thoughts don't stick
and when this one or that one is gone, we are on to the next quick...
and Respect or self respect is the last thing on our minds