This Girl

Poem By Abossey Allotey

When I speak,
I expect you to listen.
And that courtesy,
Is extended from me.

We would then begin,
To develop an understanding.
Respect for one another...
Should then flourish and grow.

But...
You do not listen.
Prepared you are to debate.
And that is why,
You have no comprehension today.

And you expect me to wait,
For you to excuse yourself...
With explanations.
I did that and no more of 'that' will I do.

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