To serve and protect
Protect me from who? Because it should be you
This hypocritical saying you wear that badge like your crown mr police man don't say you're here to keep me safe
When I see you I cringe knowing you like girls my age
Saying the cards are in our hands
Wanna be my man my sugar daddy
why don't you be the man I call to save the day instead,
I will save myself
Find someone worthy of that badge
not a man in a mask using that uniform to blend and hide
camouflage your true nature mr policeman but I see you for you
a snake always ready to attack
slick, slipping, and twisting your way through the system you're supposed to uphold
thank you for your costume
I fell for your tricks and ended up with no treats
Mr. policeman I'm underage.
Do I appeal to your taste?
The taste of the sweetest forbidden fruit
I thought I was Eve apparently Adam can't handle a little squeeze of 13-year-old fantasy
I'm sorry was my board of a chest too much for you mr Policeman
well then be prepared to walk the plank
because this board you feel will not break with your weight is covered in black and blue
funny how your uniform matches my skin
Beaten from your eyes you feel deserve your praise.
Where do I go to pray. To give thanks
because apparently I need to feel grateful for a man in uniform saving me from my Barbies
maybe he was just showing me toys aren't the only things that can be fake.
How naïve to think that because prince charming was in a uniform that any man with a uniform is here to sweep me off my feet
yes you swept me off my feet and put me back down with no ounce of grief
I'm just number 103 in your list of Ghetto girl baby dolls Girls coming home at 12 o'clock at night
knowing those extra hours might help mama
no. I don't want a ride
those girls barefoot running down the street
when did it become a crime to get a little dirt on my feet
or are you not a choosy man
just like the easy pickin' yes I do mind the lickin' I said to stop
and I said I wanted to go home
I want my mommy
sir please don't ........ you'll be my man my sugar daddy but when are you going to save my day
mr police man I'm no longer under age
But will that fix anything
I Will forever be playing the game of cops and robbers
I'm forever trying to steal back the memory of little girl no longer there
And you.
You will play cop
a game of pretend your quite good at.
I guess I will always lose since I've never been great at pretending.
About the Creator
Dominique Arriaga
I was in the San Antonio youth poetry slam team ‘Fresh Ink’ two years in a row, I’ve been to the international poetry slam BNV-BRAVE NEW VOICES twice, and two Texas regional competitions where we won 2nd place in 2016. Single mom who writes
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