The Police

are not an object.
Stop referring to
them as an it and
please, for the
love of all that is
holy, stop juxtaposing
the actors who play
police officers with
people who are real
officers and who pay
fot their jobs in blood.

This is exactly what
Boy told Girl the second
she recommended an
Amy King poem about the
police-as-murderers. Amy
isn’t all that great,
Girl said, but she gets
some things right.

Nothing she gets is right,
says Boy, because Amy,
like Girl, sees the police
as an enemy.

The police, says Boy, do
not come with fangs.
They are not your enemy.
Let go.

— Poetry

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