(1992 March 03 / South Africa (eDutywa Eastern Cape, But Currently In Cape Town))

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Tcepser (Unscramble The Word)

No-one fed me respect
It was all for me to predilect
And was the blood flowing in my veins
It is now a natural demenour with no strains
No-one taught me respect
It was all for me to adapt other than neglect

As a toddler
With all respect no-one taught me how to walk,
As teenager
No-one taught me how to make sense when I talk
I did not drink it from any dam
I did not digest it from any book
I did not observe it from any wise man
Because by birth I knew
That with esteem, comes self-esteem
That with respect, comes self-respect
No-one told me how to respect

Submitted: Friday, December 02, 2011
Edited: Friday, December 02, 2011


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  • Jacqui Broad (12/7/2011 7:22:00 AM)

    With all respect, this is a great poem! Respect gets earned, and is the crux of peaceful living.

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