Still I Rise Poem by LOUIS SHEFFIELD

You wanted to make me cry.
You wanted to make me die.
You think i am not find.
You think i am going to hide.
No I will not.
Even thought i know you are not going to stop.
But guess what after all that you did to me.
Still I RISE.
You beat me too i was red.
You wanted to make me dead.
You punch and kick me in the head.
Yes you made me blead.
But i am still strong.
I will still hold on.
I am not gone.
Still I RISE.
You might have blacked my eye.
You might have broken my heart.
You might have made me feel worthless.
But now i want you to know this
Still I RISE.



By,
Louis Sheffield