TOOK THE LEGS OFF YOUR PROTECTOR
Everyone wants to get back home at the end of the day...
Not everyone makes it...
Not everyone gets to see their loved ones after just the hours in-between from when they left..
If someone puts their hands on you...
Do you just stand there and get take it?
Maybe, you didn't support your protector in blue...
The one whose odds would stepped in and you would have made it home with maybe, a bruise...
You would have still made it home...
If you did something wrong or what ever the reason for your initial contact with your person in blue...
If the Officer tells you to put your hands up...
You don't comply...
You begin to swing, kick, whatever...
Is the person in blue supposed to be an idiot and chance not making it home that night?
Because, you wanted to be you...
You tie their pockets from the funds they need...
You spit at them...
Throw glass bottles at them...
A concoction that you're trying to cause major Officer damage or death...
How can they then protect you?
You won't let them close enough...
They might as well just stay safe...
The reason I didn't become an Officer in Blue...
A dream I dreamt until I was 9 years old...
Numbers don't lie...
As the words of Doc Rich...
The Truth doesn't know skin color, the truth doesn't know Nationality...
The Truth just knows The Truth...
Truth can't lie...
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No one in Blue and No God either?
Umm...
Amen FEATHERS!!......the truth does NOT lie......and the fact that you have shown respect here for the boys in blue is a testament to the honesty that flows so readily from your pen.....I can imagine you wearing that color.....it would suit you indeed.....thanx for sharing on this subject matter dear poet sister!!.....ALL STARS!!......ever the pleasure!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo )
Hello Tony...
Every night my Dad and I would talk about it...
It was like a conversation bedtime story...
Then I'd have sweet dreams about at least 3 nights a week...
An incident happened to me and that lead to a change of dream...
Conversation with my Dad stopped...
I asked for a Drum...
My Dad say no way...
I wanted a motorcycle for my 13th birthday...
From 9-13 I didn't want a party...
I didn't want gifts...
I wanted my parents to save their gift money until my 13th...
It was legal to ride at that age where I lived...
My Dad said no because, I wasn't a boy...
Then Imy Mother put me in modeling...
I hated it ..
I wasn't supposed to hate anything...
Thank you for your kind comment and support!
Love & Rockets
🤗
Feathers