A look so vague beause of your willing judgement. In your mind I am already a lost cause because of where i come from. Baby girls having baby girls and all you think of is whose next? But who am I? I am much more than anothe kid impacted by poverty. I am a young lady ready to face the worl, a world yuor eyes will never dream of. I'm ready to learn the richness of our ancesters but the missing words in the textbooks seem like half written letters. How can yu loose hope on a child who the world has already lost hope on, this young lady hungers for knowledge and you give her crumbs. But who am i? I am a young lady that's alost cause in your eyes.