Dear Officers

When you look at me, you look at me with disgust. You dont want me in your presence.

You cringe at the thought of sharing the same restrooms. You recoil at the thought of even using the same water fountain as me.

You talk to me like I’m less than you and less than competent.

You make me do things you wouldn’t make a dog do.

Walk in the rain, God forbid I might stand under the shelter of the breezeway for a short second.

You make me stand next to you because you don’t like the fact that I have a girlfriend.

You try to degrade me, belittle me, change my perception of who I am, and treat me like I’m undeserving of any remorse or any sign of common human decency.

If I was home and you seen me at the store, I wouldn’t look at you twice because people of your class are beneath me and just plain irrelevant in the Beautiful Blissful life that I belong to at home.

You come from nothing so you try to make me feel like I’m nothing. You are less than deserving of one glance from me much less a simple Hello: But like I’ve been told, Karma’s a bitch.

-Kim Harrington