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22 pages, Hardcover
First published January 17, 1995
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.I walk into a room
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.
Men themselves have wonderedNow you understand
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.
“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.”
When you learn, teach.
When you get, give.
As for me,
I will not be moved.
She said, But my description
cannot
fit your tongue, for
I have a certain way of being in this world.
They accuse me of livin’
from day to day,
But who are they kiddin’?
So are they.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.