My Fellow Officers
I got one thing to say, “Why?”
Why do you have to be so mean?
Do you hate us?
Are we that bad people?
You say you guys are good cops but yet you’re acting like the bad guys
What does your badge mean to you?
To prove you are tough in this community?
You give me respect, I give you respect
But Where is my respect?
My respect from you is yelling when I asked what I have done
Pin hard against my body to the ground
Shooting at me without a warning or a question
Blocking the airway hole where I breathe
Until I blackout,
Knocked out to unconsciousness
Darkness with no movement or sound
Why?
Why does the Police have to be so mean?
Is it their job?
Your duty to end our lives?
I’m scared for my life
Does that mean I have to run and hide?
Does my life mean anything to you?
I stand for what I believe in
I stand for my life
I stand for all black people lives
I stand for everyone to be treated equally
My hope is your protection
Protection for all black lives
Black women, Black men, and Black children
No more knees on our necks
No more bullets without a warning
No more chokeholds
No more aggression
No more
I ask for love, loyalty, and respect
Isn’t it too much to ask?
I’m afraid what my future children would say, “Mommy, Why are the police are so mean?”or “Am I safe?”
What should I say?
Yes, the police are mean?
I don’t want to believe
I want to believe in the goodness in the world
But where is that?
Your duty is your promise
Your Promise to keep us safe
Where is your promise?
We don’t hate you, my Fellow Officers
We just want justice for our people
We just want the justice system to do better
We want you to stand with us
You don’t have to like us but help us
I have one thing to say, “Why?”
Why do you have to be so mean?
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