Poetry

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I'm having to copy everything back onto my computer since it had to be reformatted, and I'm taking time to resort some things and put them in more logical places than, say, c:/files from mathlan/archive/

I just went through and renamed a bunch of files .txt so windows knows how to open them. I have a copy of the Rowena Notes discussion board output to text if anyone wants that. It was also touching to read some of the sweet things Bill wrote to me when we were first dating.

And I found some things I'd saved just because I liked them. Here's a poem I had:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a models's fasion 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 steps
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 of 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.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

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