Another Statistic Poem by camila dulce

I don’t want to be another statistic
Some suicidal teen
Who makes a choice to kill herself
When the world just seems too mean.
She can’t go on with life
Or so to her it seems
Reality ahs fallen short
And so have her many dreams.

I don’t want to be another statistic
Some pregnant little girl
Who met this great guy
And then gave sex a whirl.
She was only fifteen
But it felt so right
She thought they’d be together
For more than just a night.

I don’t want to be another statistic
Some kid stung out on crack
Who started at a party
And now he can’t turn back.

First cigarettes and alcohol
Now meth, crack and cocaine
He’s bee smoking it for so long
That now he’s gone insane.

I don’t want to be another statistic
Some girl left in rain
Who was walking home from school
Then raped and left in pain
She can’t tell her parents
And it hurts to tell her friends
She doesn’t know what she’ll do
To make this nightmare end.

I don’t want to be another statistic
Some kid out of school
Who dropped out really early
And was acting like a fool.
He thought it was boring
He thought it was dumb
He doesn’t have education
But lives on the streets like a bum.

I don’t want to be another statistic
Some stereotype teen
I’m gonna make a difference
I’ll finish with my dream.
I won’t end up pregnant
On drugs or even dead
I won’t dropp out of school
Because ill use my head.

I don’t want to be another statistic
To fit into some mold
Of what society thinks of kids today
Because it’s getting kind of old.
Not all of us are bad
In fact most of us are good
When will the world see us
And give us credit like they should?

I dedicate this poem to my parents and especially to my dad who may rest in peace