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 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, 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
- maya angelou
