Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

I came across a poem, which brings to my mind the image of a woman who is at once the one I think I could be and the one I really want to be.


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

On nature

Of what use is innocence, to one of many years
I seek purity, to reflect what is returned
Yet I have known guilty pleasure
A Macbeth scar hidden up my ear
So then, am I simply faltering
Or is it a  flawed moral
my flexible yardstick

In Earnest Asking

Keep me awake
Till the last song ends
So I can hear the crowds clap.

Put me back there, on that creaking stage
I'll trade with the act and the rehearsed lines
Get me a small pat, some honest approval
Like yesterday, like an ordinary everyday
And then perhaps peace will come to me
Like water in a slanted jar shifted straight

Love in Action and Love in Dreams

Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as though on the stage. But active love is labor and fortitude, and for some people too, perhaps, a complete science. But I predict that just when you see with horror that in spite of all your efforts you are getting farther from your goal instead of nearer to it- at that very moment I predict that you will reach it and behold clearly the miraculous power of the Lord who has been all the time loving and mysteriously guiding you.
-Fyodor Dostoevsky