Salutations dear friends,
In anticipation of the release of a certain someone's 'autobiography' and given that our beloved Ms. Pennetta's fans appear to be well rehearsed in the arts of expression and prose, I thought it perhaps a good idea to start a unique little corner for poetry and literature content, hence helping to 'unclog' the very useful and successful 'Offtopic' Thread.
And as a first contribution, I would like to dedicate a couple of verses from Maya Angelou's now legendary poem "Phenomenal Woman" to the two life time honorary members of this thread: Our beloved administrator Linda and the unique and mysteriously exotic Karla.
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.
In anticipation of the release of a certain someone's 'autobiography' and given that our beloved Ms. Pennetta's fans appear to be well rehearsed in the arts of expression and prose, I thought it perhaps a good idea to start a unique little corner for poetry and literature content, hence helping to 'unclog' the very useful and successful 'Offtopic' Thread.
And as a first contribution, I would like to dedicate a couple of verses from Maya Angelou's now legendary poem "Phenomenal Woman" to the two life time honorary members of this thread: Our beloved administrator Linda and the unique and mysteriously exotic Karla.
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.