I Feel The Love (A Love Letter To The Lapd) Poem by Hiram Sims

I Feel The Love (A Love Letter To The Lapd)

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I love the Police. Even the word sounds so sweet Po-Li-Ce
I love the way they flash that bright white light in my face when they ride pass me- checking to make sure I’m black, and fortunately for me in a car with other black men.
I love how the bust that sweet U-turn and hit those red,
white and blue lights that let me know I’m in America. That’s Patriotism.

I love to hear the welcoming sound of Blup Blup Blup as I slowly pull my car
over in a poorly lit area.
I love how he walks towards me with his hand on his gun,
ready to protect me from criminals, no doubt.
Then he asks me for my license, probably curious about what my picture looks like.
I love how he politely asks, after seeing my student ID, if I’ve ever been convicted of felonies, because he wants to develop a personal relationship with me and my past.

I love how he asks if me and my friends can step out of the car,
because I know he wants to see the sweet upholstery job in my 89 Cadillac.
I love how he asks me and my friends to stand up against a fence
with our hands behind our back and our legs apart.
He probably wants to see how good we stretch.

Then, after thoroughly examining the interior of my car (with a dog) ,
he tells me I’m free to go on my merry way.
He even whole heartedly, sincerely tells me to have a nice day,
and stay out of trouble.
I feel the love LAPD, I feel the love.

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