Poem of the Week: Phenomenal Women

Good Morning Everyone! I pray you all woke up feeling productive today. I want to share a poem that's dear to my heart. I know a lot of you have heard it before, but for those of you who haven't, today's your lucky day. I hope you all come to luv it as much as I do. This weeks poem is called Phenomenal Women, by Maya Angelou. Enjoy! <

"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."