Poetry By: Shichala Bowman

Who I Am Shichala Brown Eyes, Black Hair, Skinny, Short, Big Eyes Mother, Father, Best friends, Cousins Poems, Raping, Candy, Life, Family Happy, Scared, Fear, Sad, Excited, Blessed Family, Money, Food, Life, God Snakes, Spiders, Bugs Friendly, Open Hearted, Kind, Caring, Loving, Patient Joyice, Inaz, Heaven, A Pretty Place Richfield Bowman

Mother This Is My Mother She’s loud and pretty But not skinny She can be mean at time She puts her foot down when she's had enough She thinks she very tough I love her so much She gave birth to me She’s my idol !

Red Red is apples, ladybugs and soft Red is the taste of cherry's Red smells like sweets and crayons Red make me feel safe Red is the sound of flamingos and music Red is books, pens, and tomato's Red is lovely Red is loud Red is exciting

Snow Flakes A Snowflake Is A Snowflake Is Like A baby White The moon Ice water Bright A flower A fluffy pillow A marshmallow Egg whites A Snowflake Is White Lace A design Chalk Power Paper confetti Milk

Haters A hater is someone who is jealous and envious and spends all their time trying to make you look small so they can look tall. They are very negative people to say the least. Nothing is ever good enough! When you make your mark, you will always attract some haters... That's why you have to be careful with whom you share your blessings and your dreams, because some folk can't handle seeing you blessed... It's dangerous to be like somebody else... If God wanted you to be like somebody else, He would have given you what He gave them! Right? You never know what people have gone through to get what they have... The problem I have with haters is that they see my glory, but they don't know my story... If the grass looks greener on the other side of the fence, you can rest assured that the water bill is higher there too! We've all got some haters among us!

Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.