MASTER WORDSMITH... MAYA ANGELOU

I want to leave you for the week, on a high note. This is my most favorite poem of all time.

I'll be back... writing everyday, next week... until then...

Have a wonderful holiday, stay safe, have fun, and I will try to think of you while I am reading a wonderful book, on the edge of the country.

PHENOMENAL WOMAN

by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies

I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 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 of 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.