To be a Cop: Cops are Protectors

They are protectors

Not of us

But of the 

Sadism they hide

Behind with those

Handcuffs wrapped around 

The first black 

Person they meet

And call a

Person with as

Much fear as

The officer has

Of stark racism

To be denied

The tiny spec

Of freedom the

Black sista or

Brotha holds onto

tighter than his

or her life.


These are not generalizations of all cops just a call to action against racism in the justice system. Thanks for the understanding! Please share and take action! Justice for all!


This poem is about: 
My country


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