In the eyes of you
I’m a stereotype
A statistic
I’m a percentage
A logistic
When you see me
All you see is a color
And that color
You clump together
Until you find
A symbol
A number
That you say
Represents our culture

In the eyes of you
I’m pregnant at sixteen
You don’t care
About how it came to be
But what you can’t see
With your own two eyes
Is what he can see
You should go to him history says
He healed the blind

In the eyes of you
73% of us are damned to be failures
You could get to know me if you really tried
But you don’t have the will
The want
You don’t care about the story
Building up inside
I was bullied when I was younger
Do you care about that?
I was molested and raped
And of course
You have the numbers to prove that
But I have the scars to show
Beat that
Life experiences
You say I haven’t gone through
So tell me
What did I really
Go through?
You say 40% of us
Won’t even make it to 18
You tell me the age
When I’ll start having these “experiences”
So I can tell the others
55% of us won’t ever make it
That this whole time
We’ve just been faking it
Faking the things
That have molded our millennium
Our generation
Us
No matter
What you may see
I am not a statistic
A stereotype
A percentage
A logistic
I refuse to be
Just a number
An unknown in your computer
Because 70 % of us will end up going to college
And you will never know
What it took to get there
Run one day in my shoes
Bet you’ll run out of breath in less than a minute
But statistics show
The world don’t wait for nobody
So get up
And push through
Cause if you can make up number
I can too