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Blue Line Corruption:
A poem of my experience working as a Police Officer.
The first day I made an impression; then came
interrogation. Millions of questions from more than
one race. I was the victim of separation and hate; it is
true — misery does love company. Hear the questions
they asked me. “Why do you want to be a police
officer?”
“Why do you ask?” I replied. “Is it because I’m
female?” Sexism and racism, I experienced the first
week. I know it’s rare for women to want to be the
police; at least that’s what some men think. I
chuckled! A fool must have raised you; that’s not how
gentlemen think. Show some chivalry, respect my
badge, welcome me with respect. I wore my badge,
bold and proud; disbelief filled their eyes. That very
moment I got bullied on the job. No matter my work
ethic, I was still rejected. They threw my reports
around and laughed at me out loud. Told false
testimonies to the chief, with intent to damage my
