jeremey-hopkins - Hello Poetry

What do you think right before you go home. Works done Oh yay I have to mow the lawn. Maybe laundry Or TV Or a home cooked meal. Maybe *** Or sleep Sounds like a great deal. You're safe. In your office With key carded doors A Computer Your coffee On the 21st floor A printer It jams Your boss he gets ****** Your numbers are off You sent the wrong list. The laptop just crashed And so did the market Your bonus Your promotion All the daily commotion. You think of the game Or maybe your kids Drinks at the bar with co workers and friends. Your job is a pain Its long and its boring Carpel tunnel And back pain are what make you worried. There is another kind of job. One that has danger Adrenaline Sadness Heat And anger. It doesn't go away when the clock signals five. Every single day you struggle to stay alive. The police Security Soldiers And men fighting fires. Who run to help criers. They don't worry about the mail or the laundry They don't ponder on if there's carrots or broccoli The thoughts that pass through are dark and their scary. Their jobs in themselves can get quite hairy. No baseball or soccer No drinks and no bars. No dates with the wife Or husbands or cars. The questions are asked on a daily basis Will I live Will I die Will I leave all these places Is he drunk Is he High Is he violent or crazy Will he **** me Will I **** him Is this guy dead or is he just lazy. Who's in the darkness And who's in the fire. Who's going to hurt me. I'm so **** tired. Can I breathe Will I burn Do I have enough air Will I run out of ammo Who even cares. Will I see her again? My wife Or my daughter Maybe my son. I'd like another. My parents my friends Should I fire my gun? Did he stop shooting Was there only just one? We all have thoughts. Both good and both bad. We all tend to worry. About the day that we've had. Most go home and leave work in the office. Some don't have such a easy option. Their job is their life they never leave work It follows them home and it always hurts. Before they clock out Before they clock in. The fear and the doubt it tries to get in. But strong hearts are rigid They've suffered through pain. They'll be there tomorrow They'll do it again.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 5:18 AM UTC

jeremey-hopkins

Before you go home.

What do you think right before you go home. Works done Oh yay I have to mow the lawn. Maybe laundry Or TV Or a home cooked meal. Maybe *** Or sleep Sounds like a great deal. You're safe. In your office With key carded doors A Computer Your coffee On the 21st floor A printer It jams Your boss he gets ****** Your numbers are off You sent the wrong list. The laptop just crashed And so did the market Your bonus Your promotion All the daily commotion. You think of the game Or maybe your kids Drinks at the bar with co workers and friends. Your job is a pain Its long and its boring Carpel tunnel And back pain are what make you worried. There is another kind of job. One that has danger Adrenaline Sadness Heat And anger. It doesn't go away when the clock signals five. Every single day you struggle to stay alive. The police Security Soldiers And men fighting fires. Who run to help criers. They don't worry about the mail or the laundry They don't ponder on if there's carrots or broccoli The thoughts that pass through are dark and their scary. Their jobs in themselves can get quite hairy. No baseball or soccer No drinks and no bars. No dates with the wife Or husbands or cars. The questions are asked on a daily basis Will I live Will I die Will I leave all these places Is he drunk Is he High Is he violent or crazy Will he **** me Will I **** him Is this guy dead or is he just lazy. Who's in the darkness And who's in the fire. Who's going to hurt me. I'm so **** tired. Can I breathe Will I burn Do I have enough air Will I run out of ammo Who even cares. Will I see her again? My wife Or my daughter Maybe my son. I'd like another. My parents my friends Should I fire my gun? Did he stop shooting Was there only just one? We all have thoughts. Both good and both bad. We all tend to worry. About the day that we've had. Most go home and leave work in the office. Some don't have such a easy option. Their job is their life they never leave work It follows them home and it always hurts. Before they clock out Before they clock in. The fear and the doubt it tries to get in. But strong hearts are rigid They've suffered through pain. They'll be there tomorrow They'll do it again.

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I just cant understand the argument That their sending. Where white guys and black guys Can't just be friends its never ending Truth be told its got nothing to do with our skin It's a mental condition that will doom us in the end I think back twenty years Back then I was just ten. Dominique and Dave They were my two best friends. I didn't even bother to see the color of their skin. I'm white their black no more, no care. No fear no hate just friends the end. Flash forward to the these days. Today and yesterday. I am called a racist all day Monday through sunday. Because I wear a badge and I have a loaded gun. People just assume that I'm a bigot That I'm out to **** someone. They say that I must be something Something that I'm not. They only see the news, I'm a racist pig cop. I cannot drink a coffee Without whispers and stares. "Hands up" , "Don't shoot". t The words are always there. They shout them as I'm driving Standing in a Mall They scream then while I'm walking Or responding to a call. I've never been a racist I don't think I could. People of all colors Come in both bad and good. We need to love each other , I really wish we would God never wanted this, lets stop this as we should. My gun, my badge Have nothing to do with me. Its my job, my life. why can't these people see. I didn't chose this life To pick on other races. I chose this life to put Criminals in safer places. I've never suited up with any ill intentions To arrest black people or send them to detentions. I only play mean When the world turns me to stone. Inside I am a brother, a son, and hopefully a father. Your skin color does not matter to me a single ounce. Your actions gain my attention and that's the whole amount. If you break the law I'll find you. Hurt someone I'm coming. No matter what the color I promise I'll do something. Racist is not my name, Its Jay Hello how are you? Stop calling me a racist It's mean and its just hurtful I'll give my life for you, I will not be remorseful. I'll pull you from a fire I'm really that resourceful. Its all how you view things. Life is what we make it. I'll smile at your kids. And find them when their lost I'll break into your car When your keys have been forgot. I'll always come running Whenever you call me Black ,white,red,blue,purple. They are just colors I'm here to help people. My sisters , My brothers. To say that I'm a racist is bigotry at its best. Defining a person for a color or badge upon their chest. To say someone is something Without knowing their whole story. Is like burning a book, You destroy them without warning. You don't know me So please don't think it's true. Judge who I am Know me before you do.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 4:47 AM UTC

jeremey-hopkins

We aren't racist.

I just cant understand the argument That their sending. Where white guys and black guys Can't just be friends its never ending Truth be told its got nothing to do with our skin It's a mental condition that will doom us in the end I think back twenty years Back then I was just ten. Dominique and Dave They were my two best friends. I didn't even bother to see the color of their skin. I'm white their black no more, no care. No fear no hate just friends the end. Flash forward to the these days. Today and yesterday. I am called a racist all day Monday through sunday. Because I wear a badge and I have a loaded gun. People just assume that I'm a bigot That I'm out to **** someone. They say that I must be something Something that I'm not. They only see the news, I'm a racist pig cop. I cannot drink a coffee Without whispers and stares. "Hands up" , "Don't shoot". t The words are always there. They shout them as I'm driving Standing in a Mall They scream then while I'm walking Or responding to a call. I've never been a racist I don't think I could. People of all colors Come in both bad and good. We need to love each other , I really wish we would God never wanted this, lets stop this as we should. My gun, my badge Have nothing to do with me. Its my job, my life. why can't these people see. I didn't chose this life To pick on other races. I chose this life to put Criminals in safer places. I've never suited up with any ill intentions To arrest black people or send them to detentions. I only play mean When the world turns me to stone. Inside I am a brother, a son, and hopefully a father. Your skin color does not matter to me a single ounce. Your actions gain my attention and that's the whole amount. If you break the law I'll find you. Hurt someone I'm coming. No matter what the color I promise I'll do something. Racist is not my name, Its Jay Hello how are you? Stop calling me a racist It's mean and its just hurtful I'll give my life for you, I will not be remorseful. I'll pull you from a fire I'm really that resourceful. Its all how you view things. Life is what we make it. I'll smile at your kids. And find them when their lost I'll break into your car When your keys have been forgot. I'll always come running Whenever you call me Black ,white,red,blue,purple. They are just colors I'm here to help people. My sisters , My brothers. To say that I'm a racist is bigotry at its best. Defining a person for a color or badge upon their chest. To say someone is something Without knowing their whole story. Is like burning a book, You destroy them without warning. You don't know me So please don't think it's true. Judge who I am Know me before you do.

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I'm just a young man trying to discern why they say you gain more and more with each and every day the reality is I'm nothing and i don't see the light its why i stay up till 5 am every single night Those who work hard will always get their way I say that's ******** I still try everysingle day. I don't have an office a desk or a chair I wear a **** gun and get spit on in my hair My head is on a swivel my my hand is on my gun I wear a vest of Kevlar and i search for the one the one who will take my life I fear its almost done. Some people tell you if you wai Then the good will come have patience man in the meantime Dude just have some fun well that ain't too easy smokin' butts from a tray having no gas and no food its not the easy way. I'm 30 years old I don't have a future my cars a pt crusier well I'm just a loser my job isn't great Im a cop that is for hire I only deal with liars While my *** is in the fire. I want so much more than the hand that life has dealt me chin up, look straight , hard work you cannot tell me I push seventy hours in a week for nearly nothing at least if i was someone my life would be worth something So I'll just go to work in the cold and in the rain Ill chase down those who cause havoc those who cause us pain Ill deal with the insults the snickers and the laughter you're admiration and affection that's not what I am after. My badge reflects who I am just like a mirror a man with little skills except tactics and terror a guy who does the hard **** without even a letter of appreciation from anyone around me, they see me daily and they just poke fun at me I do what I do because I have a calling to prevent the good folk from crying, falling and just dying. I run towards what everyone runs away from. crackheads bangers and loaded guns.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC

jeremey-hopkins

Life of a armed security guard.

I'm just a young man trying to discern why they say you gain more and more with each and every day the reality is I'm nothing and i don't see the light its why i stay up till 5 am every single night Those who work hard will always get their way I say that's ******** I still try everysingle day. I don't have an office a desk or a chair I wear a **** gun and get spit on in my hair My head is on a swivel my my hand is on my gun I wear a vest of Kevlar and i search for the one the one who will take my life I fear its almost done. Some people tell you if you wai Then the good will come have patience man in the meantime Dude just have some fun well that ain't too easy smokin' butts from a tray having no gas and no food its not the easy way. I'm 30 years old I don't have a future my cars a pt crusier well I'm just a loser my job isn't great Im a cop that is for hire I only deal with liars While my *** is in the fire. I want so much more than the hand that life has dealt me chin up, look straight , hard work you cannot tell me I push seventy hours in a week for nearly nothing at least if i was someone my life would be worth something So I'll just go to work in the cold and in the rain Ill chase down those who cause havoc those who cause us pain Ill deal with the insults the snickers and the laughter you're admiration and affection that's not what I am after. My badge reflects who I am just like a mirror a man with little skills except tactics and terror a guy who does the hard **** without even a letter of appreciation from anyone around me, they see me daily and they just poke fun at me I do what I do because I have a calling to prevent the good folk from crying, falling and just dying. I run towards what everyone runs away from. crackheads bangers and loaded guns.

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