Women Write



PHENOMENAL WOMAN

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies,
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 steps,
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 of 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.
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 woman
Phenomenally.
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,
And the bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

-- Maya Angelou


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