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The brilliance of Women

Women History Month as it closes for another year, let’s look at the brilliance of Ms. Maya Angelou…

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. #womenshistorymonth #poetry #womenpoets #womenempowerment

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Internally Struggling (Friday Night Poetry Corner #187)

Samantha Keely Smith
samanthakeelysmith.com

 

 

Good evening everyone and welcome to another Friday Night Poetry Corner. This week, this fantastic poet name Kristen Early has a sensual joint that I know y’all will enjoy. It’s called “Internally Struggling.”  Please visit her blog and read more of her good work!

Headwraps & Durags

Silence is not golden.

It gives my mind the confidence it needs to wander,

Wander to uncharted lands, 

Wander into the deepest, darkest depths

and leave me stranded at sea.

Silence is dangerous.

It awakens all kinds of demons.

Demons of doubt and concern

Ideas so irrational when spoken aloud 

yet real enough to let the anxiety set in.

Silence is a blank canvas.

It lets my thoughts paint their own picture of reality.

Its a slippery slope of fear that constantly sends my head in a spin.

I push out the silence with any and everything.

Music, keep it blaring through the night.

Alcohol, I hold my shot glass tight.

Fill it up, fill it up, until my mind goes numb.

Sex, the physical penetration distracts from my mind’s overstimulation.

It’s hard to freak out when each stroke let’s the freak out. 

Don’t walk away.

Bring…

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