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 steps,
the curl of my lips.
I'm a woman,
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
that's me.
***
I walk in a room just as cool as you please.
And to a man, the fellows they stand or fall
down to their knees.
They swarm around me, a hive of honeybees.
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 the arch of my back,
the sun of my smile,
the ride of my breast,
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.
©Dr. Maya Angelou
