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 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 thier 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 out 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*
-Maya Angelou

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