I am Woman


Today I’m here thinking about the different things that make us who we are.  Sometimes, in fact most the time, we as women feel the need to ‘man up’ & be strong due to having to deal with so much.  We may be exhausted physically, emotionally & mentally but yet, we seem to always find it in us to be there for others.

We put up with a lot from those we love, harsh words or actions, continually making excuses or practising forgiveness while at the same time, not always stopping to inspect the damages those actions may have caused us.  Our selflessness is often misinterpreted as selfishness, and yet we still continue on, loving and giving.

We may well be strong, but we are still women.  We have softer emotions than most men, our sensitivity is different and we are feminine whether the exterior shows it or not.  So if your a man reading this, please remember that! Women, let’s not lose ourselves in trying to be strong like men all the time, there is nothing wrong in allowing your femininity & gentleness to be exposed, it doesn’t make you vulnerable.  Who know’s it may even serve as a reminder to the men around us that we are still the ‘gentler gender’.  🙂

I’m going to end this short few words with one of my favourite poems by Dr Maya Angelou, it’s called Phenomenal Woman.

Phenomenal Woman

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

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