these were the days
a walk through the park to find school
where you did not look like me and that was cool
when a cross is what you wore
how being poor meant you want…needed…more
hatred was a myth and true love was not a choice of sides
living in a rural community came with a deep sense of pride
Nixon had been a joke
our leaders were encourage to enhance hope
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these were the days where my peers had a right to be wrong
when constriction left quickly but humbly asked to belong
all eyes were open to all colors
there were three channels and nothing on
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these were the days when information did not make me cry
where believing had not left me wondering a collective why
when violence had not been given a side
