Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou (Black History 365/Women’s History Month)

  • Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou (In honor of International Women’s Day)

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.

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Encounter with an African Goddess

(This is dedicated to all the African beauties)

The sky ebbed and flowed

Curious winds centered my focus

Feeble petals flying perplexedly  

From the dark petals that painted the earth

As if ready for the arrival of a new but old force

Announced by the distilled sweetness of a bright day

Colored by a million golden strands of sunshine

That offered a thousand promises of a woman’s spell  

Falling on her dark skin like a ripple of starlight during half moon

She was an African goddess

Her uniqueness was well hidden just as her luscious curves

Each footstep escorted by a different tune from the former

From gorgeous hips worshiped by long legs and full thighs

Slightly covered by sunny feathers speaking my entire language      

Soft breeze slithering seductively through her long tangled hair

That seemed to spew secrets of an infinite beauty

Her eyes were decorated with a wondrous darkness

That fought so bravely to dim my sparkle

Encounter with the image before me

Seemed like all revelation fulfilled

Her beauty blessed my morning cup

filling it with clouds of dreams and worldly perspectives

Our complexion protected against the sun

That’ll never stop testing our resilience

Appreciating her exuberant confidence

That begins simply with a ravishing smile

Address to truly yours

I must say that this is one of those fortunate encounters

I call her a treasure trove that’s inside my grasp

Doing my best to stay course

to her rising paradise that’s not easy to hold onto if unprepared

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