Short Poem About Respect Novels & Stories

rinig kong sabi ng isang my edad na din na katulong dito sa bahay pero hinayaan ko na lang silang pinag-uusapan ako. I dont care hindi ko aaksayahin ang oras ko sa mga bagay-bagay na wala naman ambag sa buhay, kong ayaw niyo sakin, ayaw ko din sainyo, that's life! I respected people na marunong din magrespecto sa kapwa tao, either mayaman o mahirap, may kasalanan o wala, wag makisaw-saw sa buhay ng may buhay wag maki-alam sa buhay ng may buhay. Do good to all people pero parang hindi ko ata kayang mag good sa ngayon.

“I’m still your mother Aidan if you forgot! Huwag mo akong duruhin!” “Do you deserve to give a respect? Tingnan niyo muna kung deserve niyo nga bang makatanggap ng respeto. Matagal kitang nirespeto Mom pero nirespeto mo rin ba ako bilang anak mo? Nirespeto mo man lang ba ang mag-ina ko?! Hindi ba at hindi so why do I need to respect you now?! Huh?!” napapapikit na lang si Julia sa bawat sigaw ng anak niya sa harapan niya.

Habang masama ang tingin nito kay Frost. Frost almost laughed at their crazy words. She only sneered at them and said in a mocking tone, "Respect? Do you even deserve it? If you want to ask for respect from me then you will only get disappointed. Because I would never respect someone like you." "Watch your tone!" asik naman ni Luis dito. "Why? Did I hit the bullseye?" nakangising sabi ni Frost sa mga ito. Kung sa tingin nila ay hindi niya ito papatulan, nagkakamali sila.

The truth circles us like something alive. “I don’t want to lose you,” I say quietly. “Then don’t try to manage me.” The simplicity of that instruction feels almost insulting. But it’s not. It’s foundational. “You’re asking me to dismantle instinct,” I say. “I’m asking you to examine it.” We stand there. Close. Still drawn to each other. Still wanting. But now layered with something heavier than desire. Respect. Fear. Possibility. “I didn’t see this,” I admit. “What?”

“And unless one of you wants to bleed on this table today, I suggest you answer her.” The old man clenched his jaw, pero hindi siya kumibo. Coward. “Elara,” I said, turning to her, letting everyone see how I spoke her name like a vow, “in this world, fear is respect. They don’t bow to softness. They bow to power. If they won’t give it to you—take it.” Her eyes widened, catching my meaning. --- Elara’s POV Take it. I glanced at the wine glass in front of me. Crystal-clear, delicate, almost fragile. A throne of glass—like mine. Beautiful, but one wrong touch and it could shatter.

He asked, confirming. "Yes, exactly. But if someone respects you too much? They can't do any of that, because they respect you as a person, as their partner." I answered back that made them all nod and agree. "Thank you Lauren." Sagot ni Zai at binigay sa akin ang maliit na paper bag kaya naman nagpasalamat ako.

May kung ano sa presensya ng kaharap na sobrang nakakaintimida. Tila ba karapat-dapat itong bigyan ng respeto kahit wala pa naamn ginagawa para makuha ang respeto niya. “G-Good afternoon, Sir.” Tinanggap niya ang pakikipagkamay nito kahit alam niyang dapat humalik siya sa malaking singsing na nasa daliri nito.

Ngunit, hindi ko siya pwedeng patulan lalo na isa siyang babae at marespeto naman ako. "Miss, I don't know you. Ayaw kong may mabitawan akong salita na makasakit sa 'yo. May respect ako sa mga babae kaya kung pwede ba matuto ka rin respetuhin ang sarili mo. Hindi maganda na ganyan ang ginagawa ng isang babae, maliwanag ba?" mahinahon kong saad sa kaniya. "Ano ka ba, minsan lang 'to sa buhay. Magpakasaya ka rin pa minsan-minsan." Muling wika pa nito.

nanunubok na sabi ulit nito na siyang nagpapikit na sa kaniya. “Damn it, you misunderstood me again. Hindi ko alam kung kaedad ba kita or just playing on my nerves. I don't have any anger issues with them. What I am trying to say is, they might be hurt if they keep throwing trash into themselves. We have a different perspective and life journey, if they don't want to become miserable in this battle they must respect themselves first to become a respectable person too. We create boundaries by being one of those yet we can become the worst kind of nonsense if we let others ruin us in an unrespectable way,” depensa niyang hindi alam kung paano ipapaintindi ang punto rito.

Napakamaasikaso niya, sa lahat ng maliliit na bagay—mula sa pagkain, sa pagpili ng mga ulam, hanggang sa simpleng pag-check kung kumportable ba ako. At habang iniisip ko ‘yon, parang unti-unting nabubuo sa loob ko yung maliit pero matibay na respeto at paghanga. Hindi lang dahil sa effort niya, kundi dahil sa consistency niya. Yung tipong hindi mo kayang pilitin; dumarating lang sa iyo ang realization na maybe, just maybe, he’s someone special.