Phenomenal Woman, By Maya Angelou

Women might wonder what is the feature that men find the most attractive in a partner. And I could go on for post after post trying to define and explain the mysteries of women, and wouldn’t even come close to the eloquence and beauty used to explain women better than the late and great Maya Angelou. So with that in mind, I leave you with:

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.