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What I am.

I was the difference between civil rights and you hanging from a tree.
The difference between fighting for what you believe and settling for what you merely receive.
Between landing on the moon and guessing what’s above, all too soon.
Between a happy family with two parents and a child who knows only hurt and pain.
Between community and discourse.
I was the thing that kept your kids safe on the street rather than dead on their feet.
I was the difference between having something to wake up for – man, they just don’t care no more.
Apathy just reigns free.
They got no use for me.

But this was back in the day when I mattered. Back in the back when I meant something.

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