Am I a Stastic? Am I Taboo?

I sit here day in and day out. Listening to the teacher drone on and on about how to not have sex. The kids don’t listen we sit here texting our friends, listening to our iPods, talking to each other, completely ignoring the teacher. She tells us to be quiet, that other people might want to know about this, we laugh at her. We already know all about this, all of us are having sex already more than one of us have gotten pregnant, more than one of the guys is a father. We live in an unforgiving world where we either grow up or die. We live in a world where we see people shot and stabbed before our very eyes. I live in one of the worst cities in the world. I live in the dark side of Brooklyn, I’m a full-blooded Colombian I was born there and then came here when I was 2. Does that make me a statistic? I was born Colombian, I’ve been having sex since I was 13, I was born in one of the worst neighborhoods in New York. Does that make me a statistic? Does that make me taboo? Just because I do what I can to survive. Am I taboo?