Respect Poem by William Mowell

I write these lines, I love this life
I love the people, I have no strife
The pen is my sword, the paper my shield
I fight the endless battle, the truth I yield

My friends inspire me, enemies too
I rolled the dice and watched as they flew
My baby is on this paper, it's what you read
Writing is what I feel, It's what I bleed

All I ask is for you to take away something
The only thing I want is for you to feel the tingling
The world may not know me, but it wont break my heart
The respect of one person is more than enough