Daydreaming

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.

Maya Angelou