Disrespected Woman

You males don't want to get to know me intellectually,
but make plans to annihilate my body sexually
becoming angered when dissed and left perpetually lonely.
I'll preach my words boldly and coldly until my message is conceived.
My thoughts relieved, and now able to breathe, I am clear at mind , ill at ease.
   Those words aimed at me full os sleaze, begin to slide off, but no matter how I strive for achieved respect, my words? They always glide off.
You see, the sheets of paper that I write on, hold the message.
Every time I go to write a line, I grasp a session,
I'm starting to realize that what's before my eyes is real lies.
Because time, it never flies, nor is it money, though it is of value.
Just like respect isn't an option but a right to whom?
     Everyone
So whether or not you like me, you will respect me
I take a look through time, remembering that my memories always seem to retrospect me.
Now thinking about it, time has always been the one to deflect and avoid me, a woman. 
  How can a man expect to achieve something he cannot appreciate?
I'm not going to wait to find something I already deserve.
I'll just preserve my words, keep them fresh
conserve my mind, keep it blessed
free my thoughts, gain relief from stress
speak words less, show some action
at the end of the day, I'm my own transaction