Poem By Hebe Bella
Girl, you should work more harder.
This is what my mom tells me all the time.
Before school, after school,
even in my dreams.
She wants me to become successful,
and she does the best she can for me.
But sometimes, it became a kind of pressure.
I start to worry alot.
Worry about what happen if I can't get a good grade on my test.
Worry about what happen if I can't go to a good college and find a good job.
But, I am going to work harder.
I am going to improve my self.
I am going to success.