A part of the scores

She grew up in poverty, in the hood in the states,
For her whole life, she was just a part of the rates.
One out of eight is poor, they said,
But no one cared about that one, the young mind and head.

She grew up without parents, no family at all,
Her entire life was lived on the break of fall.
Yet again, she was just a part of the scores,
Just something being told in the local, small stores.

She grew up, with a single desire,
To play basketball, was her only fire.
But she was black, ugly and poor,
Suddenly she just couldn't take it anymore.

She grew up, without the prospects,
the hope of a giving future, love and respect.
Because the attitude they had, was shown on TV,
if you're a loser now, you'll always be.

She grew up without a thing,
Never ended up a happy with a wedding ring.
Never experienced love, never hope,
All she new was the easy way out, the simple rope.

She never grew up at all, she gave up before she could,
And ended up in the scores, as she knew she would.
On the news "A girl hung herself at a basketball court,
Now back to you Tom, tell us about the sports.