Wherfore this fraction of the mind?
I frantically gather about me
The shards of my Self, my Soul-
Oh, the depths I go to to find
My own Holy Grail, the key
To once more make my Soul whole!
But shrouded in the dark am I-
This dreaded amorphousness
I fight hard in vain to dispel.
Out of my profound despair I cry
For someone to grant me egress
From this dark, miserable hell.
Whence comest thou, dreadful chasm?
I forged castles to get lost in,
Till all that was left behind was
A mere spectre, a phantasm.
Spooky void, you sucked me within,
Tormenting me with my own flaws.
Doomed to regret those long years
Of stealing and living in shadows
That belonged to other souls.
I erred to escape my fears:
So am i condemned to chaos,
Cursed to pay this hefty toll.
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.
-- Maya Angelou
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.
-- Maya Angelou
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- My world of Poetry
- Torpescence
- My Definition Of Music...
- Progress India!
- My Unwaning Whim
- The Scribal Malady
- My first attempt at a haiku: Happy Bee :)
- The City's Bane
- A Lost Soul
- Quagmire
- A penny for my thoughts
- Do not stand at my grave and weep
- My Point Of Vuw
- Liar, Liar - Pants on fire?
- German Elfchen
- Dearly Beloved Ma'am...
- Fly away, little birdie!
- Little Miss Mary
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C'est Moi!
- Hilara
- Flighty, philosophical, curious, introspective, diffident; love company- but don't like crowds. I'm paradoxical!
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