phenomenally

one of my favorite poems EVER is Maya Angelou's phenomenal woman! it has been a fav since as far back as ii can remember & ii thynk it fits me very well... ii was reciting it in my head a lil earlier & was lyke "oooooh lemme put this on my blog later." although ii completely forgot to do so, ii was totally just remynded with this RANDOM call from my ex-boyfriend.

ii mean this guy is a wonderful person and ii have no negative feelings toward him; however, you know some pple just aren't meant for each other. And, despite how much maybe ii wanted to be that gyrl for him as well as he for me, it just didn't work out as a we :-/... iim not sad about it or anything. ii juss know thyngs come&go so it's all good. but the conversation [more lyke his monologue with my mini responses] was interesting... it was along thee lines of him wanting me to thynk back to when ii lyked him and trying to discover those feelings again bcuz he still lyked me&all ya kno. sheeesh we've been broken up for prolly over 2 yrs by now ii guezz or maybe just under 2 yrs; iim not completely sure. a while ago ii would have entertained this & bcuz ii do feel lyke he is such a good person ii kynda had a lil thought. tiny thought. miniscule. lol but ii mean some thyngs just are destined to work out. his view towards me in which he was sure to express remynded me of my desire to post this poem...

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.

beaucoup d'amour...
_kii_