Imagine being the narrator
Imagine being innocent
Imagine that didn’t matter because no one believed it
Imagine no one believed anyone accused of your crime was innocent
Imagine depending upon other for legal guidance
Imagine they were focused upon keeping you out of prison
Imagine their biggest fear was you’d get raped in prison
Imagine you looked like every inmate rapist wet dream
Imagine knowing the jailers could be as bad as the inmates
Imagine the cop who made comments about dropping you off a tear
Imagine you were made to never feel safe where ever you were
Imagine waking up in county to find someone having sex with you
Imagine being to confused and terrified to object or say a world
Imagine the deputies who were supposed to keep you safe might watch it happen
Imagine they would think of it as entertainment during boring shifts
Imagine they didn’t care if you lived
Imagine some of them you love to hurt for a power trip
Imagine the ones that think they’re beyond the law because they have that badge on
Imagine the food was prepared by inmate trustees who might cum in it, spit in it...
Imagine each time you closed your eyes you didn’t know if you’d wake up
Imagine a well-paid lawyer your family member tells you to lie and say you did something
Imagine what he says seems like the best alternative to keep you safest, alive...
Imagine you do it to avoid avoiding a worse hell, perhaps you even fear death if you don’t
Imagine wondering if your members know what the lawyer’s telling you
Imagine if the forever treat you as if you were guilty
Imagine if they read reports and never considered you might be innocent
Imagine doing the time and whatever you had to do to get through it
Imagine learning what pure hate feels like
Imagine being its victim
Imagine having to do things that violate your values to survive
Imagine when the cost of protecting yourself is a guilt you’ll always carry
Imagine you’ve been force to learn how to be hard when you needed to be
Imagine you’ll never fully trust because to do so might be death
Imagine a friend you’ve known might betray you in his next breath to save his skin
Imagine discovering the lawyer didn’t tell all the consequences of that lie he tricked you into
Imagine getting out and always wondering how much your perceived quilt influences others
Imagine never being sure what family members know what you were convicted of
Imagine knowing to inquire if they know would be telling them
Imagine being uncomfortable around family or people you love due what other might think
Imagine how that might be miss-interrupted by the ones who don’t know
Imagine the ones who hear pieces and distortions of things
Imagine fearing that knowing might destroy you
Imagine someone who only wanted to know what the reports said
Imagine feeling you can never fully trust that person you love
Imagine them making conversation that proves what you feel is reality
Imagine they indirectly accuse of something that in your mind you kill them a hundred times
Imagine knowing your innocent but forced to live the life of the guilty
Imagine inside you met decent people who never should have been there
Imagine you met others you’d kill if it were legal to improve the human species
Imagine none of it has to do with color
Imagine none of it has to do with gender, race, religion, sexuality...
Imagine it’s all because of social perception of the ones with the power to influence others
Imagine a life where you’ve learned to exist in, not from choices, but they perceptions of others and the ways humans classify, pigeonhole, each other, into categories!
Imagine you’re a falsely accused person who’s been incarcerated wrongly.

All lives matter not just black or white or innocent ones!

Police brutality isn’t a racial thing, it’s a power trip and abuse, directed against categories of individual’s society cares less about. If the victim was an American Indian the media might have ignored as society too often pretends they don’t exists anymore. The crime the cop committed would be the same even if he did it to a person of his own race, or against a gay person or a person of a particular religious faith or political group, or a sex offender or even you. Brutality comes in many forms, emotional, physical, political, religious, social, are examples of them. It’s directed against people of groups segments of society think of are less desirable.

Imagine if you were the person in the news, the one who had a cops knee on his neck till he was dead. Imagine if the above was your past, the excuse the cop used or if all of it was due to some prejudice.

Brutality to another human was the cops crime, wasn’t it?