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Jul 2016
Officer to the black woman
let me get that door ma’am
“No thank you."
no no I know you can do it on your own
you have done everything on your own
I mean
you did take care of us
America and all
gave birth to its economy
kept America’s freedom safe
tangible
And you know as well as I
I am the later stages of white supremacy
the excess of mental illness
in uniform
insured
you have been through so much
can I get anything for you?
any mentally ill racist bothering you?
judges
other officers
kids
disabled people
"whoa officer…?"
I don’t care
who ever
Im in uniform
its okay
I’ll **** ‘em
is the president a traitor too?
has he represented you?
black woman
or is he too mixed up to remember?
come on get in the cruiser
Its the limousine of justice
Elan Bonde Gregory
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