#self-respect
She was silent, misused, and manipulated.
He was Brave. He was her hero. Brave sauntered over to Silent.
Silent was sick with manipulation and was covered head to toe in the ashes of those who misused her.
Brave raised her up out of the ashes he wiped away the disrespect and eventually gained her trust.
When trust was gained Brave became how she built her self-respect.
Brave saw beauty, intelligence,someone to love where she never did.
Soon Silent became Bold with the help of Braves ways.
Before long Bold was able to stand with Brave grasping her hand above what used to be ashes.
Together Brave and Bold vanished the ashes by binding their love.
In a short time after a river of complements flowed for anyone who ever felt silent could go.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
For the people who say, 'the world is leaving you behind!'
tell me, where is it taking you?
If you think having morals like loyalty and self-respect is reason enough to be excluded from your journey,
ask yourself;
Who is choosing that I stay?
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
The wind whispered his name.
He lingered, but he did not listen.
The sun shone it's bright face
Warmly upon his disgrace
And made his skin to glisten.
Bright leaves spun and danced
Taking every momentary chance
To entertain a sullen passerby
Who never did lift his eye.
He was not destined to know
Because he missed the show.
He didn't hear the music of birds,
The crickets all went unheard.
The sun might have been dim;
Rainbows were unseen by him.
He took no joy in a warm breeze
Unless it made him sneeze.
No human could catch his eye,
He was aware of no passersby.
There was no color to his sorrow
No yesterday or tomorrow,
Just the sameness painted gray
That he lived in every day.
The artist that is every day life
Painted his world with palette knife
And every kind of artful brush
But could not interrupt the hush
Of he who looked but did not see
Anything real in his reality;
His discourse with the world
Had become a sad soliloquy
He created his own catastrophe
Sculpting his world without mastery.
His sins bore him sorely down
Bent over nearly to the ground.
A painful stoop to his shoulder
He rested on a nearby boulder.
Replaying his dreadful history
He vowed to keep it a mystery.
He would refuse to bear witness
Certain there was no forgiveness.
He felt he was no better than sod,
Was a disappointment to God,
And in all there was in creation.
He was unworthy of salvation.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Its easy to forgive the faults and failings of our friends
For love makes it so simple -if some word or deed offends
We try to understand them- for we know the inside out
And if we love them very much we cannot blame or doubt ...
Its just a little harder to forgive an enemy ,or someone who has censured us or done an injury
Its hard to overlook it and be loving,sweet and kind,although we know we've got to,to preserve our peace of mind.....
But to forgive yourself!
why,that's the hardest thing of all
We all do things that we regret,the strongest sometimes fall
We call ourselves all sorts of names ,how angry we can get with self-reproach and worrying and useless,vain regret....
Yet when we whip ourselves like this ,we break our forces down,it robs us of our self-respect,turns smiles into a frown .....
If God forgives us surely there is nothing we can do
We've seen our fault and paid the price and learnt the lesson too....
So banish it this very day and cast it from your heart
Forgive yourself,forgive yourself and make another start.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
I am in love.
Yes, I admit I am in love.
But it brings me so much disgust that I am head over heels.
I think of him every waking moment and he is even in my head before bed.
It stings my heart that I want him so much, but I don't feel the same wanting from him.
Many times I tell myself "that is how love works".
But I've had enough heartaches.
I know my limit now.
As much as I am in love with you I'm sorry but I have to love myself more this time.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
I love you.
I love the way you feel, sitting close to me in the comfortable darkness.
I love the movie playing in the background- I love the actors, the music, the scenery.
I love making jokes about the characters, punning on the dialogue, pointing out holes in the plot.
I love crying at the sad parts, laughing at the funny parts, and laughing even harder at the parts that aren't even meant to be funny, just because you're there with me.
I love my friends, who sit and laugh at us, make fools of us as we make fools of ourselves.
I love the refreshing taste of the cool soda I'm drinking, the crunch of popcorn as we share a tub between us.
I love this quaint, little scene
in this quaint, little place
in this quaint, little town
in this crazy, big universe.
I love everything about this moment.
I love so much.
But how long will I have to go on
Until I can finally say
I love myself.
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
It is necessary to know how to tame her,
Shy, careful, secret and reserved,
Not very comfortable in a crowd.
She possesses this discreet charm,
You cannot forget as a viral load.
Natural, simple, reliable in her feelings,
She needs proofs to be reassured.
Her attitude is sensible and direct,
An inner life is rich of her life's striking,
Where her intellectual sphere takes it,
By the elegance of her sparkling creativity,
Under the power of her own meditations.
She is so rational, ironic and critical,
By her genuine metaphysical reflections.
She is constantly building on her intuition,
In the area of integrating life's solutions.
She thinks of being late, but just accurate,
Worried in pleasing and in being loved,
But just forgets she is part of human being.
You can trust her blindly,
Because in spite of her side to part,
So different and so warm,
That can perturb you,
And walk away from both of you.
She remains your half for all eternity,
Even if today this Love has dried up,
Keep her sharing gift to love yourself,
To be yourself, and nothing else !
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Here's the interpretation of gospel rap
Sent through the lens of this lad's perspective
Not as fast as the next kid, but not slow either
I find myself balanced but I have my flaws
Most genius's have motivation, you hit the head on the head
I think my problem is self respect
Always trying to prove, always trying to get
The realization is, the present is
What more do we need than this
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC
In the wee hours of the morning
If a man awakes the sleeping tigress within
He better be ready to calm its wicked, wicked ways
A woman isn’t complete without the
Amen, hallelujah, thank be to glory moments
As she reach the maximum of her
amazing, mind- and body-blowing experience.
I challenge you… Have I lost my self-respect?
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 10:11 AM UTC
I found myself, once, longing,
To be hated by you.
To feel the burning shame of guilt,
I won't say any more about feelings,
Because that place,
I'd occupy without them,
To see this nonsense through.
So few people seem to really give a ****
And you actually do.
You really do.
Maybe if I wished too much for you
To love and respect me,
To see me as as a friend,
then maybe I risk the capacity to be hated by you, as well.
but I tend to see you as a force of nature.
If you ever began to love me, as I hope,
Then I have to realize,
Your capacity to hate me would also materialize.
And, like a force of nature, I know,
You would spare me: Nothing.
Help me: Not.
Trust me: Never.
but you would do nothing to me
Out of malice or for ego or for personal gain.
And I would have to trust,
With a child's trust, happily,
even to my death,
That it was better to be loved
by a force of nature,
Regardless of pleasure or pain,
Beyond reproach or false intent.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Don't measure your self-worth by someone's opinions.
© Pax
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:44 AM UTC
Gestures always so polite
Doesn't seem right
Impurity and doubts
Falsely sweetened mouths
Good to the worst
No bitter words burst
No expression of offence
Nothing said in defence
So sweet, so easy going
So tolerant, so loving
No respect for self?
Left the heart on the shelf?
Observing the moves
Following the cue
Now I see you
You are one by two.
A brain so sly
Always telling a lie
Fooling honest souls
To reach your vicious goals
Talking ill behind ones back
Frankness you lack
I pity thy soul
It’s gone for a toll
Not brave, not true
A coward in you
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
What if they always truly loved me?
I should have doubted them less.
What if I am wronged on false claims?
I should have the courage to speak for myself.
What if God doesn't forgive easily?
I should have avoided sinful acts.
What if I don't live until tomorrow?
I should have no regrets.
-Zainab Attari
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
She was stunning, gorgeous
Everywhere she went she turned heads
The boys whistled, the girls muttered their jealousy
They poked and prodded her until she was reduced to nothing more than a hopeless nobody
She stopped trying, she stopped looking for the compliments and the easy smiles that seemed to spring up when she came around
She didn't know what had turned the opinions of so many,
Maybe it was a nasty rumor made by a popular girl
It could have been anything really
But all that tearing down allowed her to build back up
She realized that she didn't need the makeup and the dresses and the fancy shoes to be beautiful
What really mattered was her heart, her soul
And so she found beauty inside
Her new found shining grace shone from deep beneath her skin
And although there was still muttering when she walked in the room,
She had learned to push it all aside
And see the true beauty of the world around her
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
Just because you're sad, just because your smile is twisted and you think your soul is broken, doesn't mean that people think any less of you.
Even if you don't feel strong on the inside, you could be someone's beacon of hope and you would never even know.
Most people are too afraid to speak up when it comes to the people they most admire, the people they love, trust.
They don't want to say anything because they'll feel foolish, or stupid, or maybe the person won't accept it, won't believe them.
But you should.
If someone ever tells you that that admire you, that they love you, believe it.
Because that takes a lot of guts, it takes a lot of feeling, it's taken a lot of thought.
And if you just shrug it off, pretend like nothing ever happened, well then that's your problem.
There's beauty in this world, there's beauty inside your soul, even if you don't believe it.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC