Experience with Undercover Police (Draft)

There in the middle of the night, with a suitcase, looking hopelessly for a place to go…an undercover police officer arrived. His attitude was malicious from the start, never asking any questions, only putting my face unto the car. With a beating heart, a bit of statesmanship courage grew within me as I asked outright, between barred teeth “are you robbing me or am I being detained?”. No answer. Only, “Shut the fuck up and put your hands on the vehicle” A second officer arrived.
Looking at me with the disgust of a person finding a roach in their house, asks for identification. Shaking, I say, “Its in my jacket, my hands are on the car”. There eyes lock and begin to scratch with a “Thats not a fucking answer, whats your name, wheres your identification?”,

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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