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(4 April 1928)

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Phenomenal Woman

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 of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003


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  • Tawfeeq Hasan Khan (4/16/2014 11:05:00 AM)

    I am just of 14 now and quite inexperienced and have just stepped into the vast ocean of poetry.I would like to request you to comment on my poems to let me know the real depth of that ocean of poetry.Thank you, may the dusk in your life be lit by fireflies and you get the similar light as that you get in dawn...

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  • Sujith Kumar (4/16/2014 8:39:00 AM)

    as i went through ur poem i was totally imersed in reading awsome lines.......really superb

  • Richard Thripp (4/16/2014 7:17:00 AM)

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    died for the C.I.A. as M.I.5 murdered ex-princess prostitute Diana
    Eerily hear '97's semi auditory disturbance: Tyson bites Holyfield
    No man in sox denies comforting knowledge of wearing 'em milled
    For patients the verdict is scared sacred on cells quack-ruled killed
    set upon para-nucleic structures acidic pathologically-thunk sealed
    Mercifully a fattened Elvis crapped out from a bloated heart stilled
    2 farmers flea volcanic plains before furrowed meadows are tilled
    Till Mont Blanc hell incinerates dago & frog drivers weakly willed
    Surgical mutilation of healthy genitals to satisfy an image is insane
    A birthless canal where a phallus hung proudly is what will remain
    Orb Earth gestates a ghastly weal of poignantly-vacant he/she pain
    Whore Marguerite Ann Johnson emerges as poetess Maya Angelou
    who creaks, saunters & shuffles & falls needing help getting up too
    With inner radiance reflected outward, mangy Marge removes glue
    Ain't it enough that she speaks mongrel French & wears a red shoe,
    entertains sailors on furlough, yet to ghetto lesbians remains true?

  • Martins Oyekanmi (4/12/2014 8:44:00 AM)

    Great poem.. phenomenal women, men too are more that that.

  • Lyn Paul (4/12/2014 8:29:00 AM)

    Excellent title and amazing write from Maya. Letting women stand tall.

  • Richard Thripp (4/4/2014 10:47:00 AM)

    MICHELLE OBAMA: The man who conquered America...
    Glowing balls of gloom infiltrate Michelle F. Obama's manly room
    no mop and vacuum cleaner act can out Michelle's manly broom
    as trouble in Butch City, bulging beneath taffeta, begins to loom
    Sprouting like 5-day beards in Frisco with psychedelic mushroom
    placed like 1 fake Hawaiian birth certificate into a make-shift tomb
    To the really hot fires of transsexual hell Michelle will meet doom
    with her butt flakes scattered across Malgobek in a chemical plume
    When heeshee's ox shoulders & gargantuan spooled rocks go boom
    Move to the gay vibes of Kenyan Barry S.'s decentralized bathroom

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/1/2014 11:40:00 AM)

    This poem will always be one of my favorites....

  • Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (4/1/2014 11:40:00 AM)

    This poem will always be one of my favorites....

  • Crystal Star (4/1/2014 5:27:00 AM)

    What a poem...simply great I love it

  • Benjamin Tetteh (3/30/2014 10:24:00 AM)

    Nice one. Beautiful imagination and thoughts of an intelligent woman.

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