I woke up this morning and thought, “This ain’t right.
This wasn’t what I had planned for my life.
By this age I should be set. A graduate with a career, a mom, and a wife.”
But that’s not how it went, and I’ll never understand why
Because I never forgot my one rule to live by:
“Don’t be a statistic!”
A smart A\B honor roll kid, with no good reason, I just up and quit.
Got that GED certificate. Statistic #1, Check.
A sweet virgin of great intent but I drank too much and there it went.
Not much that recollect. Statistic #2, Check.
Playin’ Moms ‘cause the old man was gone and Mam worked and stayed out ‘til dawn.
Being sister privileges wrecked. Statistic #3, Check.
And later, against every belief in my soul, had an abortion at 25 years old.
Just like murder, it makes me sick. Statistic #4, Check.
In third grade, had my plan down cold but in that higher learning institutes,
Not once, twice, but three times, I quit. Statistic #5, Check.
Sayin’ hello to the drama of the barrio everyday as a young chica, I thought,
“It’s not that bad but I’ll get out just the same.”
And when I finally did, I soon returned ‘cause I missed my barrio
Even though it’s filled with unnecessary death, I’ll love it ‘til my least breath.
Statistic #6, Check.
So, I continued down the list and somewhere I lost count but who really cares
‘Cause from here, “Where do I go,” I must ask.
The answer, “Forward on my straight and narrow path. I just happened to get a little sidetracked.
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