Wednesday, August 5, 2015


Quite coincidental that it is women's month in South Africa and I find no better person to help celebrate a woman than the one and only Maya Angelou who is one of my favorite poets and also quoted in my previous post. This one goes out to all the women of the world. Celebrate yourself, because you are phenomenal.



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 for my care.   
Cause I’m a woman, Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman, That’s me.