The Black Statistic

You see me and you see a black girl

A black girl with a red tinge to her light skin

A black girl with kinky, curly hair sitting atop her head

You see a big breasted female with big lips and small hips

A full figured, short statured girl

Too lights for the dark skinned blacks

Not light enough for the whites

You wonder if I am a statistic

A black girl who had a baby too young and dropped out of school

Or the black girl who chases after men who don’t love me

Because I am substituting affection from the father who left me as a child

Maybe I’m the black girl who doesn’t have a job and receives welfare

Because the only thing I can work is the system

These are the stereotypes that plague the black women

As slaves we were raped by the white man  

As free women we are raped by society

They steal our INNOCENCE and expose to a life we were never meant to have

Black women were QUEENS in Africa

Now the only Queens we know exist in Disney movies or in Europe

We lost VALUE in ourselves after men told us we were nothing

The white man gave us rights

The black man took the away as soon as we came home

No one knows STRUGGLE like a black woman

Facing racism and sexism all while trying to break the mold

I AM A STATISTIC

I am an EDUCATED, HARDWORKING young woman

I do not have any children

I am in a relationship

My father is still in my life

I am a statistic because this is the life that most black girls strive for

And with encouragement most black girls ACHIEVE

So do not try to fit us in a box and close the lid on our lives

We are MORE than what everyone else sees

SO OPEN YOU’RE EYES