We are Phenomenal Women!

Latley I have been doubting my over all self worth....Reading this poem lifted my spirits.......



Pretty women wonder wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a models 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 of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.


Maya Angelou

Inspirational Words From An Amazing Woman

Thanks for Sharing Joan

AND NEVER DOUBT YOURSELF!!!!!

Always Stand Tall - With Your Head Held High!!!!!

Positive Attracts Positive!!!!!

Thank you Lilly, that was very kind of you ;-) xo

Okay, now because I'm a dork I want to share one more poem.....

.....softly, souls despair
in mute and private agony
snug hearts, disillusioned
lovers lost in their monogamy

layed to rest on beds of roses
house conserved with backyard fences
surround themselves with obscured vowes...
bands of gold to confirm their conscience

purely personal feuding friends
resignations and retreats
to the small, blue solitude
the 4 mortgaged corners shifting in discomfort

we were like running horses
with heads toward eternity
sleek, and black and powerful
masculinity. We dug,

like rabid horses,
ferocious pits to bury
our big heads
blunt marrow-white hooves tearing at each others livers

All those days you sharpened the knife
knowing exactly what death looked like
it looked like our house,
floors strewn with bones and skulls and little dolls legs

it looked like your drawer
and cellophane wrapped army
of cheap cosmetics
god-like to age, fever and plague

the people and the stones grew tired
we never did
we rasped black, sweet blood mouthfuls at eachother
how tired did we have to become?

tired enough to smile
and drown and pull eachother down
you, the prim ghost the light would have shone through
I, the man of empty strides

those empty strides
made by broken men
doing their families proud
the cracked skin

and leathery hide days are gone
happiness is our loss now
like dying pets who've lost their voices
I cried and clawed against

what we had become
but you, in the bloom of your youth,
just smiled
and evolved
.....alone


J. Carroll

Nothing dorky about poetry, Joan. Haven't had the pleasure of meeting you, but I get the feeling you're interesting. As for self-worth ... never doubt that!

Love it!

Dork out any time pretty lady

Hurray for Dorks :-D Nerds however, are far more sexy! xoxo

Hurray for Dorks :-D Nerds however, are far more sexy! xoxo Originally Posted by Joan

So if I said something phenomenally dorky, such as, I have a very nice and pointy carrot to show you... would that earn me some brownie points with you ?

Oh silly rrrabbit, you make me laugh! -xoxo