Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 steps 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 of 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.
Oh I so love this poem.......I guess many of you out there would love it too.........just phenomenal , isn't it?
2 comments:
'Woman' truly is phenomenal. Reminds me of my post on Women :)
"A really plain woman is one who, however beautiful, neglects to charm" ~ Edgar Saltus
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