Bruised Blue War

Will I make it home? She said

In her eyes a flashing of blue and red

Will I be able to breathe?

Clutching her steering wheel so hard knuckles bleed

Will they make it with me?

She glanced in the back

The eyes of her children only open a crack

*

She turns to the left window already down

Then snaps her head forward not making a sound

“Do you know why I stopped you?”

Her reaper would ask

“The description it fits you”

Fulfilling his task.

*

“What has she done?”

A little voice asked

“Why did you come to our car with a gun?”

Both mom and sister share an audible gasp

“She’s Black in America, that’s all that I need — Now ma’am would you step out of the car please.”

*

“But Mamma ain’t done nothin!!” the little voice screamed

And mamma looked at him her eyes wild and pleading

“Hush now my child, I’ll do as he says.

I just want us all to get home to our beds.”

*

No sudden movements, palms to the sky

Mama and sister both starting to cry

“I don’t fit no description,” she thought to herself

“And I’d bet that description don’t fit no one else.”

“Will you open my door? I don’t want to reach”

Reciting the script her daddy would teach

“No can do ma’am, my hands are pigs feet.”

With the speed of molasses she lowered her hand

The blue hog moved backward to where she could stand

*

“Hands on the car ma’am I’m patting you down”

The sound of more sirens were starting to pound

Backup arriving with firearms drawn

Mamma prays silent to make it til dawn

*

Hogs ask for her purse to find her ID

They don’t believe who she’s claiming to be

“It’s on the front seat, the passenger side”

She responds to Blue Hog standing too close behind

The little boy scoots to aim for the bag

Blue Hogs would say

“We didn’t know what he had”

A bursting of terror slams through the boys mom

As Blue Hogs blast open the firing squad

Moments before the sound pierced the air

Trembled in hoping her son was still there

*

Bracing herself on the screams of “HANDS UP”

Mamma gave everything to see he woke up

“We ain’t done nothin wrong! Why you stompin’ those boots?!

My babies are in there dear God PLEASE DON’T SHOOT!!”

*

Her last words were taken, drowned in torrential “POP”

The DA will justify they were right not to stop

How could they have known there wasn’t a threat?

“That’s just not something we were willing to bet.”

*

“The hogs are our heroes and yet you want more?”

We just want our babies to survive this blue War.