| Phenominal Woman |
| By Maya Angelou |
| Pretty women wonder where my secrets 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, 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 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.It ought to make you proud. I say It's in the click of my heel, 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. |
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