Safety
I grew up with solidity in my safety.
I would say no to drugs.
Look both ways when crossing the street.
Practice stranger danger.
I was a smart child.
I knew my rights from wrongs, until wrong reached out its hands and grabbed mine.
The hand of a child, a father, a man, a woman.
Took the hand of a human born sinless.
The hand of a saint not yet tainted.
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