I do not respect you out of kindness or the fact your older than me.
I do not respect the fact that the ones before you taught you that it was ok to abusive to people because you older.
I do not respect the fact that instead of becoming better you chose that beating someone a little less and thinking that your good person means that you are not abusive.
I respect you OUT of fear.
I respect you because of your police record is littered to the brim with domestic abuse charges.
I respect you because the police don’t come anymore.
For every time you’ve chased us.
Every time you threatened me and my family.
For every bruise and threat Iv gotten from you.
For every night I couldn’t sleep because unwanted thoughts barged into my mind like how you used to when you were high, shuffling your hands through my clothes looking for something with a crazed eyes.
How funny is it you think that you are a part of my life, you infest and ruin the things around you.
You are a broken man whose ex wife hates and children do not love.
You reflect your need to a be father onto me and my mother when in truth you are drowning us.
Your voice is something I cannot bear to hear, it fills my head with hatred.
You have broken me.
That is why I respect you.
By: Celeste Valle
Poetry
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