Phenomenal Woman

by Maya Angelou

Pretty woman wonder where my secret lies,

I'm not cute or built to fit 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.

They swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees,

I say,

Its 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 to show them,

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 the arch of my back

The sun in 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,

I ought to make you proud

I say,

It's the click of my heals,

The bend of my hair,

The need for my care.

'Cause I'm a woman

Phenomenally,

Phenomenal woman,

That's me.