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We deserve peace just as well as the police do they earned their stripes to fight for are future just as well as a innocent by standard true as we all stand no one should fall let along a wonderful police men who stands amongst us all we all have rights so why misuse them when justice rings bells I respect that man or women that wear those suits as we analyze what’s uncovered and new I believe a police loves just like we do hold no grudges we all have rights they not being mean they actually fighting for our lives it seems so unfair how they get misused not only to have to come out and find reckless behavior above bad news I scream real loud I love the red and blue without their safety we all don’t stand a chance setting ourselves up for failure just to turn around and fear bad news
There is snow every side, not very colorful but the greenery of nature turns black and white.
Hides the River and exposes the mountains
It’s full tranquility and too much cold, but the beauty of nature makes it bold.
Because i am a mountain girl ..
So i am very lucky this is my space,
Now i don’t need to explore snowy place.
Hey snowy days these are some of my lines, where i can express how you shine..
This is the season that everyone loves,
And these snowy days called winter time.
When I was around 5 years old, I vaguely remember a time when I was at a gas station with my mom. As we were walking back to the car, we spotted a police officer. He looked down at me and smiled, looked at my mom and smiled and said something to her, then looked down at me, again, and said something to me. I honestly do not remember what he said. He, then, opened his trunk and reached his hand in, pulled out a police officer teddy bear and handed him to me. I will never forget that day and how outstandingly nice this policeman was to me.
I feel that police are attacked way too often. There may be some bad cops out there, but there’s bad everywhere. A cop had actually saved my life whenever I was found passed out on the street and almost declared deceased. If it weren’t for that police officer, I would be dead. If it weren’t for the EMS, I would be dead.
In conclusion, I think that respecting our police is a necessity in this country. It should be a given. It should be against the law to disrespect the law.
Police lives matter. Because, if it weren’t for them, criminals would be running the streets, streets would be burned down from riots and cooking drugs… basically, all of our lives would be in danger. So, think twice and be nice!
Nowadays, policemen are always criticized by the public. Recently, the “George Floyd” incident really catched the attention of the International media because of the left and right protests about racism and equality. Personally, I didn’t dig up much about the story of George Floyd nor how he ended up strangled on the neck with that Police man who allegedly killed him. But I feel bad for that Police guy, because I know and I could feel on the short video that he just did what he needs to do because he doesn’t know what’s the suspect (George Floyd) capable of. I mean, this guy could’ve killed the Police if the Police didn’t do what he has done that day. If the Police man died that day instead of George Floyd will there be a same extravagant protest? Will there be Celebrities, Athletes, Politicians, and other influential people who will raise their voices? My bet is no. No one will. It will be just another normal day from the station with a police guy got killed by a criminal. You can ask guys inside that station, and they will be sad I guess but I’m sure one or two of them will be saying that “It’s just part of the job”
All I hear is screams and shouting, as sweat rolls down my face. I try to push through when a young woman gets in my face and spits. My legs are sore and my back is aching. Babies crying, guns shooting, and all I can wonder, is this what the “American dream is?”
Wearing the uniform of an American soldier
he hoists his gun up on his right shoulder
His demons are screaming inside of his head
his breathing is shallow
they might possibly win
His mind is dark
and filled with pain
his vision is blurry
his heart rate too slow
the Iranian mother begs to be let go
He was terrified of the dark
so the darkness he became
was scared of his own demons
so he learned them all by name
His eyes brim with madness
he’s filled with such sadness
all he can think of is violence
he’s screaming in the silence
There are scars on his body
and scars on his soul
this terrible war
has finally taken its toll.
My love for you as you know is very strong. The moment our eyes met, I knew it was you all along. The commitment and bond that we now share. I know it will be you that is always there. I keep countingdaus till I’m home again with you. The bad choices I was making I promise are now through. Hearing your voice feeling your touch I miss it all I tell that much. I Love you baby please don’t sigh, Always and forever your ride or die.
Our cultural identities are what make us unique individuals. Believe it or not, no identity is the same because if it was, life would be less exciting. As I was scrambling to discover my identity, I gained a stronger sense of self. I realized I belong to the following cultural groups: American, African, and Christian. Although I am connected to all of these groups, I am simply a spiritual, musical person who values family and unity.
American culture has evolved over the years; however, a few social norms I hope remain in the American society. I appreciate the American hygiene standards. I believe it is unacceptable to enter a public place not clean, if we can control our circumstances. I really enjoy American cuisine. Although it is unhealthy to eat it excessively, cheeseburgers with fries are to die for. However, I am disappointed with the American beauty standards; they created many of my current insecurities. Above all, I am heartbroken at the way many Americans treat minorities and refugees. They are often treated inhumanely, but we are people too. In America, I am a minority who strives for equality for all.
My African culture is the second most prominent section of my identity. I know that it is there, but it is difficult to investigate. Due to American slavery, most, if not all, of my African history was destroyed. Despite that, I feel drawn to African music and art. I adore Afro-Pop, and I listen to it everyday to wake me up in the morning. The artists of this genre put accents and highlights on their lyrics which helps me find my own interpretation. My mom and dad always stress the regalness of my African ancestors. In fact, my musicality is heavily influenced by African culture.
At the same time, my marital views differ from many African countries. I want to be able to choose the age in which I marry someone. Of course, every culture has its flaws.
While growing up, Christianity was shoved in my face. I went to church every Sunday as a child with my Grandma and PaPa. I do believe in a higher being or God; however, I do not believe God is as judgemental as people make him out to be. Although my parents did not baptize me, I feel extremely connected to God. Contrarily, I disagree with the way the LGBTQ comunity is treated by other Christians. Any person should be able to marry whoever they love, so I am more of a spiritual person compared to my ‘’very Christian’’ grandparents.
I had many difficulties discovering my cultural identity until I realized that what I wore, what I ate, what listened to, and how I perceived the world was my identity. I am now proud to say that I am a spiritually guided African American girl who loves to sing her heart out. If a person ever finds themselves wondering ‘’Do I have an ethnicity?’’, the answer is always yes when they realize it is up to them!
The law is an ass
This is a fact and not a farce Its so
Mouth agape ready to devour the tepid
Man- made laws are filled with flaws
Often covered with gloss
Dig deeper and you will discover the
The lawmakers can make their Laws
And law breakers, will break in and
break the laws just to get by or break even
Some outlaws generally oppose the law while some are most definitely above the law
Two subjects both rocking the boat
Having a freewill plus a strong will
Too ill to be treated
The Law maltreats the ill- fated
And provides protection for the wittiest
Kicking at the heels of the law enforcement agents causing them twin pains : head and heart aches
Hot on their heels
Peel clean away like orange peel
They tried to place them in a straight jacket
Tried to shackle them
Break their manacles
Its strike back time
It’s payback time…
And not lay back time
Armed with a penknife or a pen
And whether by cooking the books, the sleight of hand or by menacingly brandishing a deadly weapon
These two foes bring nothing but woes placing the society in throes causing chaos
Both outlaws are lawless
Whether acting surreptitiously or otherwise their acts are injurious
Although they tried to be flawless
But the long arm of the law will still catch up with them.