Why I call you “Phenos”

Why I call you phenos

A young Maya enjoying life

I guess you can say I “officially” embraced this idea of being a phenomenal woman about a year ago, when I tatted the words Phenomenally Me on by right shoulder.  Now yes, permanently marking your body is up for moral debate, especially considering the essence of what it means to be a phenomenal woman… BUT the point is, that in that time in my life it was how I chose to express my public declaration of my phenomenal-ness!

Last Sunday my Pastor/teacher/mentor ended service by reading the poem “Phenomenal Woman” by Dr. Maya Angelou. He was making the point that The Time Is Now, for the community to make it our purpose of insuring that our young brown beauties know their worth.

Each and every girl was born to be phenomenal, in her own unique way, but life has a funny way of stifling our phenomenal-ness with lies, hurt, guilt, shame…the list goes on. I call my readers “phenos” to remind you of who you were born to be.

Phenomenal Women

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 of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Maya Angelou
Much ♥
    PhenoMeJMarie
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