Phenomenal Woman

There is a poem I was always so in love with-The first time I heard it I was so young I'm sure I didn’t know what it meant then. But I most defiantly do now. Let me tell you why. Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou. Now my girls know I wanted to get a verse of this tattooed on me forever now-I never understood why until recently but I guess we can blame this on my 6th sense like we do everything else cuz ya’ll know I'm weird like that. I was sitting on the patio at Friday’s talking to my sister; we we’re in the subject of a guy and I’m not sure how the conversation went this direction, but we were talking bout how it seems that he’s a watcher and doesn’t want just an average ho-yadayadya—Keesha got silent and looked at me and said “Phenomenal Woman, that’s what he wants, that’s you". I wasn’t expecting that-she’s right-that’s everything that poem represents. So then Mothers day comes up-I’m broke thinking of something to get mom that she would like. Then I thought let me find a poem she’ll like and ill rewrite it pretty for her. I read phenomenal woman-that’s her-that’s what I wrote.She loved it-cried even. Now I look at this poem totally different then what I ever had-This poem is me. It's you, It’s part of all of us.
But now--What part do I want on me? Might need to call on Meathead for this.

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.