Dear Police Officer

Dear Police Officer,

How do you feel?

Do you feel? 

Are you scared to feel

Being empathetic with apathetic tendencies 

Targeting the community you serve like a devil’s residency 

How do you sleep?

Do you see the lights in your head?

Blistering visions of your rights taken away, causing dread 

The red and blue shining lights on bodies 

Those that you’ve never met but of same flesh and blood 

 

Do you try?

Try to change what you see?

Or do you turn blind eyes 

Bleach the scene to cover it up

Hiding your scars with fading paint 

Though the pasty white marks show through

Are you an alien?

Do you bleed the same way we do? 

Cause you must be trying to see what red blood looks like 

I guess this is the easiest way to probe us 

Find us out and see underneath

Why don’t we flip the script 

 

Do you have anxiety?

No, not when you order a McDonald’s breakfast meal and complain that you only got the coffee 

Or try to return an item that’s non-refundable and get scared to break out into Un-needed fight choreography 

Do you truly feel anxious? 

Doing tasks that you’ve found scary I guess 

Holding a toy guns, eating skittles, being who you are and just stunned 

Being in your apartment, driving, having a mental illness, is that fun for you?

You anxious?

Cause I don’t think you are

 

Is us being in the system helping your case?

Being the minority in the majority again

Sadly taking your problems and having to carry them on their backs

 

And Lastly

Can you look in a mirror 

And say to yourself 

“What I do isn’t policing 

It’s fear mongering 

Taking over places and money 

Causing suffering while I’m conquering

Working to not kill a specific person for no reason isn’t the goal 

And I no longer want to perpetuate and assassinate

Those who don’t look like me 

And increase their mortality rate

Not just for empty applause 

But for truthful justice by law”

Or do you think that statement is a mirage

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem: 

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