Broken statistics

November 6, 2015

I am rose.

I am a single mothers outcome of hard work.

I am a broken statistic of teen pregnancy, alcohol use, and drug use.

I am according to upper class society one of the lucky ones but to my society.

I am a symbol of hope, hard work, broken statistics and a voice for the unheard.

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