Poem of the Day: City's Finest

City’s finest

Made to protect and serve,

But all I see is tears and hurt,

Weather its blue or black,

The uniform either cause us

To run or to attack,

Not to run because we are afraid,

But because we feel less protected,

And more violated,

Singled out as a suspect rather than victim,

But who’s the victim,

When they take their stick and beat him,

Use their pepper spray as if it is air freshener,

Spraying it on us as if we smell like rotten cheddar,

Their gun used as a play toy; the dartboard,

And we’re the bull’s-eye,

Ignoring our cries, though at one time,

We all had the same cries,

They were once us,

Once in our position,

Now that they are in such a “higher” position,

It changes their perspective,

Trying to impress his white friends,

So, he beats down the black man,

Psychically and emotionally until he becomes unconscious

To the ways of the badge,

Everyone meet your city’s finest.