Tree - Phenomenal

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
Iím not cute or built to suit a fashion modelís size
But when I start to tell them,
They think Iím telling lies. I say,
Itís in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
Iím a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatís 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,
Itís the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
Iím a woman
Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,
Thatís me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they canít touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still canít see.
I say,
Itís in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
Iím a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatís me.

Now you understand
Just why my headís not bowed.
I donít shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
Itís in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
íCause Iím a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
Thatís me.

This is the essence of beauty. When you know about your worth as an individual. From your hips to your lips, you are an amazement, an astonishment to those who behold your beauty. The fire of my eyes have witnessed pain, suffering, misery, in this world where amidst all the beauty, there is ugliness. But this is my inner truth. That I love in the balance of good and evil, beautiful and hideous, mediocrity and phenomenalness. What makes me phenomenal is also my back, smile, breasts, and style. But more so my love for humanity, my joy toward innocence, the moments I have yet to experience, and the resilience and grit to see the light in all of this darkness.