Respect is a boundary.
Not a favour.
Not a smile to please.
Not silence in fear.
Respect is not soft.
It doesn't bow.
It doesn't beg.
It doesn't wear fake kindness,
like a mask...
It's sharp.
It's clean.
It's the line between
welcome and walk away.
Respect is knowing your place
and knowing mine.
It's not standing above me.
Nor dragging me down.
It's standing level,
with honest words
and ego in check.
So let me say it once —
only once:
If thee mouth can't carry honour,
keep it closed.
If thee presence can't hold peace, leave....
Respect is not a request.
It is the price of the presence.
Pay it or pass.
Give respect..Take respect!
✍🏽: -By WIN VENTURA
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