Black Statistics

I refuse to be another black statistic

A black woman who can wine and dine in the sin of the world

 And still be considered a Christian

I plan on being great

I care not to be less

I refuse to wear a bar code across my chest

I refuse to let a black tee or throwback jersey define me

I refuse to let my children witness divorce or make mature decisions in court

I refuse to grow up carrying the generational curse

I refuse to feel the need to curse in my verse

I wanna be a black woman that can flip it from urban to corporate measures

A black woman who doesn’t gain knowledge from the world for her own pleasures

A black woman who reps Christ to the fullest, with no regrets

My only regret is the stigma that many black statistics in the past have set

Like going to jail, bragging about bail, leaving our kids, cussing at church, married and u still flirt,

No father present at birth, animosity within the ministers of our church.

I refuse to let my people be viewed as temporary

I plan on planting a seed, not only for the moment, but for one that’s legendary

As for statistics, my Father broke the mode

And I feel it’s my job for the next generation to continue in it

Because I refuse to be another black statistic

I promise

I could tell by the way you smile,

I could feel it in your touch

And I knew this heart of mine,

This time would fall in love

All the hopes and promises given

And the pain that life can bring

Will build our will and commitment to face anything

I will love you faithfully, forever unconditionally

And my love I promise, everything I have is yours

You’re everything I prayed and waited for

And my love I promise you…

Now we begin our life today

And though we’ve only just begun

The quest until we’re old and gray is the vow to live as one

Through the desert winds that blow

I’ll walk you through the winter’s cold

I’ll be there to keep the fire alive

And when each passage we endure

We will stay strong, we can be sure

Our live survives