Linesha

Maya Angelous Maya was born on April 4, 1928 in St.Louis, Missous. She was a powerful woman that cared about her community and everything around her. Maya was traveling all over the world to experience new things. I think she is a loving person because everything she did, she did it with her heart. When she was in her teens she use to love art and she loved to draw. Ater she finshed High School she gave birth to her son a fue weeks after graduation. She was believeable in every thing she did and everything she thought of,she falut that it was right code 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 backyard.

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 fearI riseInto a daybreak that's wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise. code This poem is the type when you are going through something and you don't feel like expressing your feelings. || media type="file" key="Linesha.mp3" width="240" height="20"

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Fall down on their knees. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Then they swarm around me, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">A hive of honey bees. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">I say, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">It's the fire in my eyes, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">And the flash of my teeth, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The swing in my waist, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">And the joy in my feet. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">I'm a woman <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Phenomenally. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Phenomenal woman, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">That's me.Men themselves have wondered <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">What they see in me. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">They try so much <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">But they can't touch <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">My inner mystery. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">When I try to show them, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">They say they still can't see. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">I say, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">It's in the arch of my back, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The sun of my smile, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The ride of my breasts, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The grace of my style. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">I'm a woman <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Phenomenally. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Phenomenal woman, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">That's me. Now you understand <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Just why my head's not bowed. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">I don't shout or jump about <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Or have to talk real loud. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">When you see me passing <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">It ought to make you proud. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">I say, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">It's in the click of my heels, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The bend of my hair, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The palm of my hand, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">The need for my care, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">'Cause I'm a woman <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Phenomenally. <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">Phenomenal woman, <span style="color: #040404; font-family: ARIAL,CHICAGO;">That's me.