Blue

In a time where there is so much fear

and hate

towards the men and women who put their lives on the line,

it’s important to recognize

and remember

the services they provide

for our communities, 

for our cities,

for our families.

When I hear about everything

that’s happening in the world today,

I can’t help but sympathize

with the cops who are using their power

for the better;

the cops who are doing good things,

who are doing what they can

to protect,

to serve,

to uphold the law they promised to uphold,

only to receive backlash.

There are good cops

and there are bad cops.

The bad cops in the world,

the ones who’ve killed innocent people

like George Floyd,

have committed unforgivable acts.

What Derek Chauvin did was inhumane.

What happened to George Floyd

was something that should happen to no man,

to no woman,

no matter what race they are.

George Floyd did not have to die…

but he did;

it upset a lot of people 

and rightfully so.

But it shouldn’t have put the reputation

of so many good cops

in the crosshairs.

It is my dream to be an officer,

a protector of the law,

the protector of my community.

For countless years I have watched and admired

the bravery of those who wear a uniform,

who represent the color blue.

Stories of fallen officers,

who gave their life to save others,

seemed to taunt me

as if they were trying to change my mind,

but unrelenting I still dreamed

of wearing that uniform.

Stories of cops who abuse their power

try to rip that dream away from me,

but unrelenting I stand strong

and hold onto that dream.

When people look at me in disgust

as I tell them I want to join the force,

I feel my spirits crush.

When did the symbol of protection and safety

become a symbol of hatred?

Whenever I saw the flashing blue and red lights

and heard the wails of the sirens as they pass,

I would wish with everything in my being

that those behind it would make it back home.

There are those who don’t make it,

for them my heart aches;

I hope they know,

wherever they end up after life,

how much their service means to me.

It's an unpopular opinion,

trust me,

I know,

I just don't care.

I almost lost a good friend because of an argument.

He called me racist

because I support the police.

He called me racist

because I support those who protect.

He told me I couldn't be pro-LGBT

without being anti-blue

because of some restrictive laws

that are supposed to restrict our rights.

Alright Karen,

whatever you say,

your arguments were bullshit anyway.