Phenomenal Woman

I have a friend who, often, when we are talking about something on our heart, intense or light hearted, she says “it reminds me of this Maya Angelou poem..” or “it’s like Maya Angelou once wrote.. let me find it..” sometimes she reads it, and I cry, and thats how we communicate…!

The first thing I read this morning was of Maya Angelou’s passing and I thought of my friend. I did some reflecting on how beautiful a life truly lived is, how she is an example that it (our mark on life) lives on and on… Ms. Angelou’s words and actions will touch generations to come… although she has left this Earth.

“Angelou once said she believed that “life loves the liver of it,” and she did live it, to the fullest.” (via NPR)

About 10 years ago, when I was going through what every 20 year old goes through… turning from a teenager into a woman and having NO idea how to deal with the multitude of issues that come with it.. Mandy sent me a letter, enclosed was this Maya Angelou poem. It still remains one of my favorites.. that I read regularly to feel inspired by the *beat* of being a Phenomenal Woman. xx ash

Phenomenal 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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

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