Looking at Myself
#11131 / visualizzato 8248 voltePhenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou
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
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Love comes and goes like petals on flower
Some sweetness in its spiky passion crown
Each its new day and night through passing hour
In their luck with high wings and broken-down
The beautiful pouring in tenderly fire
Like the falling stars on heaven's dim high
To conquer the clouds of life's own desire
Before every flame cools away to die
Burning blazes of the heart is like wine
Making me dizzy with its broken dishes
Or like a cloud that eclipse the sunshine
With each reality going to their wishes
Because the earth is soil to every root
My heart is excitement to each love's fruit
, il 09 January 2009 segnala post rispondi applause 0