Breaking the Cycle
Living in a world full of stereotypes
Pregnant at sixteen
Married to the man who couldn’t give you all
House full of children
This isn’t who we are
We begin to hide behind what they say
Not wanting to move forward
At eighteen mother had her first child
Stopping her from going to college
Sixth grade father left school
Had to find a way to help his family
Fifth grade my father turned his back
Walked out of my life
The pain doesn’t seem to ease
It’s still hard for me to breathe
But in my mind I knew it was the right thing
He messed up
Doesn’t know what he gave up
Mother had to do it on her own
Became the mom and the dad
Worked hard to make ends meet
Taking care of three children
And giving us what we needed
Clothes, shoes even the roof above our heads
She made me who I am today
You tell me I can’t do it
I tell you that I can
They told her she couldn’t do it
That she wouldn’t be able to make it
They said I wouldn’t do it
Wouldn’t make into college
I cried and I cried
Tears streaming down my face
I didn’t have the perfect grades
But now I’m the first to go to college
First to leave
Going to a four year university
I may be afraid
But it’s now my turn to make a change
Break away from what statistics say…
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