Since it was my birthday on 8 March, I forgot to honor International Women’s Day. Well, happy belated women’s day, women of the world. This poem is amazing. It was my introduction to Maya Angelou as a poet. If you have a chance to listen to her “sing” the poem, take advantage, “Phenomenal Woman.”
Phenomenal Woman
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
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
And, here’s Maya Angelou reciting her equally-amazing poem, “And Still I Rise:”
And, here’s Maya Angelou on Don Imus’ firing (amazing words and thoughts).
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I bet you think this post is about you, don’t you, don’t you?
belated happy birthday. You share the same birthday with someone else I know.