Phenomenal Woman (After Maya Angelou)

All the fellas wonder where her secret lies.

She’s not a damsel in distress or a floozy in disguise. 

But when I start to tell them, 

They swear I’m spewing lies. 

I say, 

It’s the flip of her hair, 

The bat of her eyes, 

The jazz in her laugh, 

The gift of her thighs. 

She’s a woman 

Phenomenally.  

Phenomenal woman 

Is she.

She catwalks into a room 

like a lioness in the wild.

The women study her gait 

while the men’s jaws-drop when she smiles.

They gather around blocking out 

her shine like a posse of rumbling clouds.  

I say, 

Its the oomph in her hips, 

And the peace of her mind, 

The bounce of her breast, 

And the faith in her spine. 

She’s a woman 

Phenomenally.  

Phenomenal woman 

Is she. 

Men hate to admit it, 

but she steal’s their hearts with ease. 

A simple good morning text 

Or a friendly kiss on the cheek. 

A strong woman can make the 

Toughest cutthroats weak in the knees. 

I say, 

It’s the poet in her fingers, 

The world in her palms, 

The mother in her hugs, 

The wisdom in her calm. 

She’s a woman 

Phenomenally.  

Phenomenal woman 

Is she.   

Now you understand 

Just why her heads not down. 

She doesn’t smut or flaunt her butt 

Or live to make men proud.

When you see her on the street, 

It ought to make you bow. 

I say,

It’s in the sway of her arms, 

The poise of her chin, 

The tour of her curves, 

The taste of her wind. 

’Cause she’s a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman

Is she.