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Disrespect
Although I could never tell a lie
Highly disrespected am I.
Treated like a sort of convict
Or a traitor named Benedict.
Locked away in a stone castle
A nuisance of sorts some type of hassle
Like a forgotten princess left to rot
Respect for my royal blood I'll do without
For my queen sparks fiery words of passion
That are definitely anti Aretha Franklin.
Hateful and malicious in every way
Things a mother should never say
To the sweet responsible daughter
Her future savior, her future doctor
Staying in school so her poverty I can cure
Only good intentions in mind my heart is pure
To this day my advanced mind is bewildered
At how she can treat me with disrespect so evil.
