They’re telling me don’t stress
I’m waking up in cold sweats
So cold I think my soul wept
Hope the teacher give me no Fs
Or no Ds
I know that she don’t know me
So please don’t tease with no Cs
I need at least Bs
I see trees
On my way to class
They look like me without their leaves
Brown and profound
Astounded by the breeze
Surrounded by the mountains and the seas
and I squeeze
My all in this poem
My skin and my bones
My instincts from home
My friends think that mixed drinks
Will fix things alone
But I know it will take more
And that is what I pray for