Sooo...
I'm from a state known for poverty,
But I'm not poor.
From a state labeled illiterate,
But my thoughts write their own destiny.
From a state whispered about its crime,
But my hands are clean.
From a state called the land of labor,
But my dreams reach high.

Yes, the facts might echo in statistics,
But remember, numbers can't define every soul.
Not every leaf mirrors the tree,
Not every life reflects the label.

I'm just a human,
Not a stereotype.
So please,
Look beyond what you think you know.