Generosity or Justice

I was truly generous with my time, in this place trying to make a dime

Giving my all for what I loved

Law enforcement is in my blood

I was the “Man” around this place

Always doing one step above

Mad respect I got from my peers

Officer Dedication was my name, but Phatdaddy is my claim to fame

In the line of duty, I hurt my hand not knowing

No one wanted to love a hurt man

A little time off was all I asked for

They not knowing the depth of my pain

The administration frown own my disability

Not wanting to understand the “Doctor’s” request for leave

Workman comp! They were truly displeased

I loved this job, I gave my all

There was no justice in your displeasure for my discomfort and now you question my integrity

Not pleased with the Doctor’s note I presented to you

Now it’s me against you, as you slowly strip away my fourteen years of loyal service

As I stepped back to look, I could not believe what I saw

Mad body language and attitude

You wanted to destroy me

Lawyer’s debates, documentation, tape recorded conversations

After fourteen years of service, I have to prove myself

Emotional stress, depression, little pills to make me feel good about the place I am in

I had my hours on the couch trying to sooth my soul

More documentation and Lawyer’s debates

Finally, the Judge with eyes wide open cracked down his gavel saying enough is enough

Pay this man for his pain, suffering, and all of his disability back pay

Now I am a man without a plan living day to day

You tell me Generosity or Justice

Virginia Pulliam

October 2006