Shalom in the City
Today, one of my favorite poets Maya Angelou passed away at the age of 86. Today’s Hump Day Happiness is her poem, “Phenomenal Woman”. This poem. Wow…this poem. When I first read “Phenomenal Woman” I was struggling with my identity as a black woman, trying to own this curvy figure, and questioning my value in the world. I wondered if I’ll even feel comfortable in this brown skin, then I read Angelou’s words and a whole world of self-acceptance and deep pride opened up to me. This woman could write and speak truth and empower with great, great love. I praise Jesus for Maya Angelou’s life. I hope you are inspired by her words today.
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Learning to love Phenomenally Me,
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