Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou

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
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 wait,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman

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 woman
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout of 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 for my care.
'Cause I'm a women
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

What else could I possibly post today now that Maya Angelou has left us?  She was indeed a phenomenal woman, and this poem is like a radical anthem of self-confidence and self-love.  She doesn't bow her head, she doesn't have to fight for attention.  She is herself so wholly, and it's in every bit of her, and she lists in almost every stanza.  All of those things, those are her, and she's not changing them for you or for anybody.  Self-confidence is sexier than anything, and in this poem, you can feel it, her magnetic charm, that irresistible allure.  It's in the way that she write, the way that she rhymes, every cool beat and rhythm.  Phenomenal woman, may she rest easy.

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