Phenomenal Woman

My girlfriends and I have been in bed all day, chilling, vegging, moping. It's women's day and all we can think about is the men in our lives. There is one friend who craves human touch and affection, she's the gorgeous one who cant make up her mind, who toggles between men and thrives of the attention she knows she can squeeze out fo them. She announced she's in a relationship as of last night, cant say I didnt see it coming. Then there's the sweet one, the marshmellow, who rarely opens up and has trouble connecting and trusting men. She prefers the sideline, where it's safe and pain is but a distant illusion. There's the deep one, the tortured soul who's trying her hardest to figure out who she is, meddling with men who are clearly not right for her, and getting attached to the idea of depth and reality. And then there's me...Miss Daddy Issues personified. I bring men too close, hoping they'll fill a void that was eft by the rotten relationship with my father. I jump from heart to heart hoping to find someone who's big enough to fill that space, and when they all inevitably fail, I run straight back to the one man who ever came close to perfect. It's a rollercoaster, our lives as women. We sat for an hour and a half eating chocolate cake, debating the merits of males as a contributing factor to our happiness. But why? I will never understand why. These are soem of the strongest women I know. The most beautiful, smart and confident girls, and yet somewhere beneath the perfectly coifed hair and the colour coordinated nail polish, lay 4 vulnerable women, afraid fo the world, afraid of their past and afriad of themselves. I want to shake each of them and shout 'you don't need him! He needs you!' but somehow the words never make it out of the pit of my stomach. So this is my chance to say it, on the day the world gave to us. Girls, my girls, you are all you will ever need to be happy.
I love you

Phenomenal Woman - 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 of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.