statistics
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A number.
A number foretells my future doesn't it?
Will I be in jail or will death stand over my body as I bleed?
Will that number have me throwing up in a toilet clutching guts while on my knees,
Change is inevitable
Change the inevitable
Life is a repeating bell curve
Ups and downs on a massive scale
And America is on the down turn
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Unemployment: 4.5%
the america that i live in doesn't require me to be in chains or present a certificate of my purchase when i walk alone
but are my chains really gone
am i not bound by the color of my skin
by the statistics
I need my melanin
as crazy as that sounds
my melanin screams I am who I am,
I need my melanin its
my sense of confidence and power,
When I was a little girl I was scaredto tell the world that the other little girldown the road had a crush on me.Because I was worried that cruel peoplewould mock her or through stonesas she passed by,
Tell me about yourself
Why?
Aren’t I more than pieces of paper that read certificate, honor, or recognition?
I’m supposed to be proud of myself
Well, I am.
To those who tried to comfort me when I was diagnosed by saying "it could be worse," "everyone has something," or "at least you don't have..."
What are the Odds?
Ice cold veins, her heart is what controls it.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s the only one who’s frozen.
Resolutely, I have indoctrinated myself
Into a world of know, where
Things that were unexplainable have been
Inarticulately explained—
And we didn’t even need a graph to do it.
We don’t need any statistics
The pictures of the Holocaust,
Ghastly and unyielding,
Show starving people in their camps,
Terrible and unfeeling.
So depressed they feel no emotion.
So hungry they cannot eat.
Pregnancy has become a synonym for African American statistics.
Average has become the definition of that.
Holes in condoms. STD’s in a wet spot drowned in low self esteem and rumors made true.
