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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.


Create Date : Friday, January 03, 2003

Maya Angelou


Planet Earth is estimated inhibited by 6,852,472,823 human population by 2011. More than half of that number are women, female gender of the species. Each of those giant amount have attributes of woman. Every one of them physiologically, logically, and emotionally are women, but a few are special. Some women can turn the world upside down, some can cause or stop catastrophes, the other bring heaven in them. For these women man will do anything; even their life is not as valuable as a glimpse of such women's smile. They are The Woman, Phenomenal Woman. No one can identify the attribute that makes a woman The Woman. Some melancholic man may say it is love; the other may consider it beauty; another may utter mystery of woman as the reason. Women them selves may have different perspective regarding this, but no one can say it for sure.

Love has dominated the history of human civilization from ancient era till today, maybe even future days. Literature, politics, drama, crime, violence are always embedded with love. Love is usually connected with attractions, passions of belonging, or pride of men. Any one asked about the definition might have their own definition of love, but none could define love as a rigid concept. Whether love is an activity, or an adjective, or kinds of situation, no explanation can cover the whole side of love. It is underestimating to tribute the magnitude of The Woman into unclear concept. Love is not always what make woman The Woman; some men or women might not love her, but as she is The Woman, they know she is The Woman, Phenomenal Woman.

And it is not mystery either that can make a woman The Woman. You might already know her, every segment of her life, person and personas, but if she is The Woman, you know it. If you do not know some part of her life, she is beautiful but mysterious and you adore her, it would not guarantee she is The Woman. A woman is The Woman have no relation to her mystery to you, it mystery.

You can not define it, but you know it. It is real, not shallow and vague as love; it can be affirmed, and is applicable to any situation. A Phenomenal Woman is no mystery, she is The Woman whether you curious about her or you already know her. It is not about perfection, she might be not perfect; no one is perfect any way. As you meet her, you will know it. Whether she consciously realize it or not, she is the Phenomenal Woman because she realize that she is the woman.

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