the things I hate about you.

You ask for respect...no wait, I'm sorry, You somehow demand for it...you want control but there are no repercussions to your commands apparently. You tell me to push my shoulders back hold my head up high, I need to own the place and never forget my place....you tell me to rein back my tongue hold out my hand and take it all like a man...I'm not a man Sir, I'm a woman..im not all soft edges either...i turned out rock hard with a flat stomach and a tight grip in my shoulder blades to hold myself back from your verbal backlashes....people say there's a special bond between us maybe there is...they tell me I should be proud of where I came from I tell them I am...I'm not proud of where I came from I'm much more proud of how I made it through, i learnt a long time ago the difference between respect and pride Sir...I learnt a long time ago that you and I were always on opposite sides Sir,...I learnt a long time ago that every man can be a father but not every man can be a dad. You certainly never chose to be one. Xx~Alex