It's easy to love

those who are kind to us.
But how many can love anyone
who is harsh and treats us unkindly?

My heart break for every family who lost
a love one to violence regardless of their
job description.

When I wrote the poem "How could I?'
I was thinking of specific individuals,
But that poem is true for many.

Being a cop is not a tribe,
This is not the hunger games.

Neither is every Black man a thug.

See the person whose you tackle as brother,
a neighbor, before you go pulling a trigger.
The child whose father was killed,
may see the world from his killer's perspective.

For peace sake read the cry of our children

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