Dialogue

Walking home from school

A young boy all calm and chill

Had no idea of how 

His mother would lose her cool

Through the door he entered

Yet before laying down his backpack

His mother's displayed patience had lack

"Why you have B in Biology,

And C in all other class?

Why you not do better?

Only thing you do is go on computer

You have just one A

Why you no care for grade?"

Now the boy's heart sank to the ground

And from within whispered to the Almighty for aid

"You no know my life,"

continued the mother in her strife, 

"I work the so hard 

To come to America is not easy

For land that flow with the milk and honey

I do all for you 

But you not notice it seem

So you can have the comfortable 

That life to have we were not able

So get the A so you have American Dream"

"American Dream?" cried the boy

"More like an American Nightmare!

Your search is only for milk and money!

You've burdened me 

With a load so heavy

I practice piano

Learn to do taekwondo

And with my boys to make amends

Can I finally have some fun?

But you always expect A's in school

Will you ever be done?

Is this just to receive favor from friends?

To create an image so cool?

Oh how selfish!

Someone make it end

I'm tired of this ish"

Now neither would an ear lend

But both enraged to eruptions

And flashed before them the hidden emotions 

To withstand such verbal abuse

To witness all hell break loose

The shouts and complaints

All bellowed in vain

Worn and wearied, the boy couldn't withstand 

Hastily left to his room 

Having slammed the door

The mother followed, and pounded with dread and doom

Neither willing to lose this war

Both broken down to the core 

As they said from within

"Why won't they listen?"