6 Things that would be better than a cop Academy


  1. $95 million to each resident of West Garfield Park is roughly $5343.52, that is not nearly enough for reparations, however, the cop academy is reverse Robin Hood; give to the reach, displace the poor, and leave them with nothing.
  2. A cooperative food shop and community gardens would be open on every single block to feed the masses. Their bellies will be full and youth won't have to be reminded that whiteness is the only way to be nourished. 
  3. Every person would have at least their own 400 sq ft paradise. To be reminded that housing is not a commodity, it is a human right. It is essential to life and as vital like honey; it pollinates, rejuvenates, and spreads the sweetness from generation to generation. Without housing, there is no community.
  4.  Arts, education, and community centers would be open and will teach black and brown youth that they are royalty. That your life is a throne and should be praised by many. To understand that you don't have to grow up so quickly. Your life span is beyond the age of 25.
  5. There would be gardens, Trees, and art everywhere to create a community sanctuary. They will act as our protection, not the guns that have claimed the lives of Laquan Mcdonald, Sandra Bland, and every black life who have died at the hands of police. 
  6. I shouldn't have to write a poem about why black lives matter. Why we may not have slavery, but black people still live in shackles. Call it school to prison pipeline, call it mass incarceration, call it pathologization of our pain, and call it #sayhername. Fuck a Cop Academy.  

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