Boys and Girls Club

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Walked in the doors one day, not knowing what i was getting into

The only white staff, and 30 urban youth

 got spit in the face and had to break up many fights

crying over the children seeing all the hurt they had

all the cps calls ive had to make, just to save the child for another day

My job breaks my heart

and makes me smile

seeing little kids suffering

then seeing them smile.

my job changed my life

my job made me happy

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