Best Statistic Poems

You look at me,
And think you see
Another stereotypical teen
Who drinks, gets high,
And tries to make life easy,
But you're wrong.
That’s not me.

I refuse to let the...

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I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.

So much suffering – I no longer...

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Love once was the focus
of our lives
till marriage became contentious;
two sharp knives
piercing the heart of it,
killing it.
Teamed hardhearted misfits
dualistic
by nature, antipathetic
where love’s the casualty
and we,...

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#MyLifeMatters

My hands are up don't shoot!!

I'm a black man, with feelings and a valued life,
Please, I've done nothing wrong, point the gun the other way.
At...

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First day of our life
The mother is ecstatic
Finally her pains and burdens are over
Ululations and congratulations are on
Could even be the next president
But father is...

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I guess I’m narcissistic
I suppose I’m masochistic.
Fitting into just another statistic. 

Hah, go figure.

I guess this is my delusion.
I suppose I enjoy seclusion. 
Pardoning me...

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The Silence of War

Behind the Curtains of a church window
Men in Prayer, orchestrated by sweat and Lice
Find relief from snipers gaze

Beside the cross sits the...

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A FORGOTTEN ANGEL

Who was she?  They wondered
No one knew her name
Where did she live?  They wondered
No one ever saw her playing
How old was...

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The girl who spent most of her life doing what others expected.
The girl whose good intentions, by others, went undetected.
The girl who saw to it...

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deprived of a father to tell her that her skirts to small
she wore it to hug her hips and rise with every sway in her...

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I haven’t been here in a while
At this point in my life that is.
The point where something great becomes misconstrued
more filled with angst instead of...

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I remember that Sunday night 
When I got the call from my Mom
She called to let us know
My brother was wounded in Vietnam
I went to...

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SECRETS IN MY PAST
LONG OVER ME, OUTLAST
TRUE I GIVE WITHOUT TAKING
TAKING FROM ANYONE SHAKING
FROM THE EARTHQUAKE 
LIFE'S LIES I FORSAKE
TO IGNORE BLISS
BECOMING MERE MIST
MAGIC TRICKS...

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I will not be another statistic
out on the street without a dime to my name
I will not be another out cast
Who can't go into a...

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