The Good Side of Feminism

for once i was up early this morning, fresh, bathed, clean, slightly damp and veryveryveryvery tired.

Sitting at the dining table with the mother and she decides to read out a poem, at which proclamation, i usually groan inwardly and switch off the brain. this time i decided not to. glad i didnt.

she was reading a book of poems by Maya Angelou, who is quite an amazing writer, btw. so she read this one out.. and i wanted to share it with the world (even though nobody reads my blog regularly, yet)




Phenomenal Woman -- Maya Angelou

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,
Its 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 cant 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 dont 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.

Phenomenal Woman Narrated by Maya Angelou

(i like to think i'm that confident.....)