A reader and fan sent me this poem. She thought it belonged here. I agree. When you read the poem, dear ladies, know that it is about YOU!

Phenomenal Woman

by Maya Angelou

Pretty 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 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.