Overview

Officer Carter

I kiss my wife before and after putting on my work uniform every morning. It’s poly cotton blend that gets hotter than it should in the sun. All day I do rounds in this neighborhood outside of Miami—Parrot City, they like to call it. It’s a good drive away from where I live and has a whole different crime rate.

These poor Black neighborhoods are full of kids who can’t pull their pants up on their asses but can shoot straight at some other kid over drugs or some shit.

Their asses are nice, I do have to say. It’s the one thing that gets a little distracting. Black boys just have that nice round shape, and a good weight to them, a nice thickness.

Sometimes I dream about having it. It’s crazy, I know, and I could never tell any of my buddies, my wife, anyone. It's just a secret I'll have to keep.

Dre

I try to stay low key and stay out of trouble. The cops in this city are always on our asses. It’s bullshit we get treated this way just because we are Black, and I hate it. But I do think sometimes . . . well, it’s crazy.

I do think sometimes if prison and jail and all that shit wasn’t involved, I might like to get slammed up against the ground that way by a White dude in a uniform like that. You know, get my pants pulled down in the grass on the side of the road.

Always told my mama I would bring home a Black girl, with beautiful skin and some real nice braids. But it turns out if I ever got the chance to get it on with a cop, I would take it without a second thought.

Sometimes I think about getting myself into trouble just on the off chance it might happen. But it could never happen. No cop fantasizes about Black boys the way I fantasize about them.

Right?

Published: July 7, 2019