Young Lady
Young Lady,
I know you are stressed,
But do not fret over being the best.
You are stressing too much,
And it's pressing on you so much
That you are begging for a crutch.
Young Lady, in this life,
You cannot carry this much strife
Because it can cut you like a knife.
Good grades and college are our common goal,
But all of the stress is taking a toll
On your role.
You have a part to play,
But it should not be the price to pay
For you to face a busy day.
Relax, and take a breath.
Do not let stress be your death.
Sincerely, A Wise Woman
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