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Phenomenal Woman

Phenomenal Woman
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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
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
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
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
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.






Copyright Maya Angelou


The party was dull and boring,
Stuffy, stilted, and slow,
The kind that people attended,
Because duty made them go.

In the background, chamber music,
In the foreground, light chitchat,
Strangers politely mixing,
With small talk of this and that.

Guests peeking at their watches,
To decide when they could leave,
Yawns and sighs and rolling eyes,
Most looking for reprieve.

Then the front door opened,
And another guest had come,
A lovely lady stood there,
And all heads turned as one.

Like light chiffon on a summer's eve,
She barely seemed to move,
But unpretentiously it seemed,
She made her way into the room.

She smiled at her hostess,
And offered the perfunctory kiss,
Then surveyed the entire room,
As she picked a place to sit.

Such charm and poise she possessed.
As a movement in a dance,
And every motion that she made,
Displayed her elegance.

As others sensed her presence,
They all reacted as if stunned,
Her beauty so exquisite,
They were truly overcome.

She sat erect, her head held high,
And sipped on pink champagne,
A lighted candle placed near by,
Enhanced her beauty with its flame.

The flickering candle became her,
By adding more depth to her eyes,
Already deep, they grew deeper,
Their depth intensified.

Those wide-set, soulful eyes,
And her well-marked high cheek bones,
Complimented her full red lips,
And her perfectly sculptured nose.

Her figure was that of a model's,
Her hair was a golden sheen,
A radiant aura about her,
Like no one before had seen.

One fire-filled diamond hung at her throat,
The only jewel she wore,
But since she was a jewel herself,
She needed nothing more.

What an enchanting vision,
Too awesome for men to approach,
They stood back like boys at a prom,
Straightening ties and clearing throats.

Unnoticed by the lady
Was a pair of eyes across the room,
Which had been watching her intently,
And had seen her every move.

A dark-eyed handsome man,
With a touch of silver in his hair,
Could not take his eyes off her,
Though he did not mean to stare.

It is an accepted fact,
That love at first sight can occur,
And the gentleman across the room
Was falling in love with her.

When he saw her check her tiny watch,
He stood and edged his way
Slowly through the crowded room,
He could not let her get away.

He had barely reached her side,
When gracefully she rose,
He met her eye and touched her hand,
"Please," he said, "Don't go."

Nothing he could say or do
Could persuade her otherwise,
"Your name?" he asked, "Please, just your name?"
"Jewel," came her reply.

He helped her with her wrap,
Then walked her to the door,
"Good evening," she sweetly smiled,
Her voice soft; he wanted more.

Questions rose, once she had gone,
"Who was that lovely soul?"
And ... surprisingly enough,
Her hostess did not know.

But upon the floor, near where she'd sat,
Her diamond pendant lay,
The man knelt down to pick it up,
Then put it carefully away.

The next day he informed the police,
He was totally mystified
He wished the jewel to be returned,
And the lady, identified.

She was out there somewhere,
But where? There was not a single trace,
When he held her diamond in his hand,
He swore he saw her face.

He ran ads in all the papers,
He searched the Lost-and-Founds,
But to no avail; he always failed,
His Jewel could not be found.

As time passed, he grew discouraged,
He thought himself a silly fool,
He truly did not want the gem,
He only wanted Jewel.

Finally he gave up his quest,
His cause was lost, it seemed,
Perhaps the lady that he sought
Had merely been a dream.

Yet he had her diamond pendant,
Which was real and of great worth,
But without her there to wear it,
He felt his heart would burst.

A local auction for the poor
Was scheduled very soon,
The pendant could bring much money,
And the time was opportune.

A crowd showed up for the sale,
And generous bids were made,
The final item on the block
Was the diamond, well displayed.

The bids began and were high,
Rich men outbid one another,
So many wanted the gorgeous stone,
Each tried to outdo the other.

"GOING! GOING!" Almost gone,
The gavel was raised in the air,
Suddenly a soft voice was heard,
That caught everyone unaware.

The highest bid of all was called,
Everyone gasped with surprise,
And when he saw who made the bid,
The man could not believe his eyes!

He rushed at once to the bidder's side,
And there stood his beautiful Jewel,
A second chance for their romance.
Life, perhaps, was not so cruel.

While no one likes dull parties,
One never knows what one might find,
Jewels composed of brilliant stones,
Or precious gems of humankind.

Virginia (Ginny) Ellis
Copyright February 2004

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