Breaking the Stereotype

Statistics show an epidemic A problem at hand the statistics are looking at me. They say that my education is an unattainable, unfathomable, distant goal That a life on the streets is the farthest I will ever go. They say that my qualifications will limit my achievements, They say I will be a never-ending victim of the streets, Healed only by the dosage of incarceration They say that I will desert the very ones I love and live a life full of emptiness. They say this is my destiny. I refuse. I refuse to molded by the world around me. I refuse to yield to the expectations set before me to fail. I refuse to limit my potential I refuse to be the statistic’s advocate and follow its path to death and destruction. I refuse to live my life dictated by the very one’s trying to destroying it. I refuse to abandon this present journey I endure in breaking the stereotype, which will end only when my children can enter this world, not having their lives pre- destined by it, but by following the path set forth by God. I refuse to be my father, Whoever he was?????