15% do this and that,
and 53% are different than rest,
The number's running wild,
It's like a contest.
Which basket do I fill in?
Goddammit, I am not a number,
I'm a human. I'm a man.
I'm not just a statistic, to be thrown around.
Fool, the answer came,
you're just a small drop in the ocean,
an atom, part of the big world,
and you alone, count almost nothing,
the numbers are the only one that matter.
Fuck them.
I won't submit. I won't fall for their tricks,
I will rise up and fight.
I won't be a statistic, I will thrive,
I will survive.
Who are they?
I asked myself,
defining the enemy I'm up against.
And then it hit me,
like a storm.
There is no they,
Because THEY are WE.
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