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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 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.

Maya Angelou