I am breathless. Without air. In grief over the loss of such a woman. RIP Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. Im not cute or built to suit a fashion models size But when I start to tell them, They think Im telling lies. I say, Its in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. Im a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Thats 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, Its the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. Im a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Thats me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they cant touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still cant see. I say, Its in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. Im a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Thats me. Now you understand Just why my heads not bowed. I dont shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, Its in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, Cause Im a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, Thats me. ~~ Maya Angelou
Posted on: Wed, 28 May 2014 14:00:24 +0000