Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Phenominal woman

When I was young it was good to be a woman. I loved to dress up to parade at night before the crowd in the pub. Being very shy I wasn't aware of anybody interested though. I wish I had the confidence I have now. As the night progressed and I got warmed up to the music and I lost myself in dance. When I danced I felt like a woman.

When I was older I married and got my first child. Just after she was born I had to walk a couple of times to the cot just to believe there was a little human being I brought forwards. From than on I lived for my children and turned into a lion who protects her young. I played with them, laughed with them, worried about them, thaught them a lesson. I was happy to be a woman.

When I was older I lost a bit of it. I dance when nobody is there as I feel like an elephant dancing the swanlake. My kids don't want my care and company anymore. I mourn a little about this loss but I am more a woman than ever before, in every way I am still very emotional and sensitive. This goes with a sprinkle of wisdom settled in my first wrinkles. There is a bucket full of confidence. There is some left overs from my protective and motherly instincts and the matriarch is stil on the background. There still lingers a shadow from a femme fatale, no not really I am just a phenominal woman and I love this poem:

Phenominal woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
Phenomenal Woman
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

12 comments:

  1. Maya always seems to have just the right words, Marja. Good poem. But more than that, I really identified with your post. And confidence! I have so much more now then 20 years ago. I may be heavier but the hair is longer; the eyes are brighter; the brain is sharper. My character is solidly formed and I love that I got to where I'm at.

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  2. This is a wonderful post, Marja. I'm with you here.

    We may grow older but we grow stronger. We may slow down but we grow wiser. We may bypass our apparent usefulness in the world but we grow essential. And this applies to men as well, to all of us. Thanks, Marja.

    In many ways it helps to age. And it's tragic if we don't get the opportunity.

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  3. SUPER SUPER POEM..

    So nice to hear from you...En je bent getrouwd in dat prachtige kasteeltje..geweldig!
    Volgende keer ga ik even bij je moeder langs..haha!
    Leuk hoor als je als klein meisje kunt spelen bij n echt kasteel...

    Stay warm and stay happy..
    T.D and company.

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  4. The picture and the quote are both gorgeous!

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  5. Anyone who can keep white trousers white is phenomenal to me ;-)
    I love that photo. You needn't hide behind a tree (says she who doesn't want her own photograph taken LOL).

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  6. Wonderful! The changes we go through in life are incredible aren't they? We learn so much without even knowing it half the time.

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  7. We think you are phenomenal Marja.

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  8. Really good poem,Marja!You have always the right words.
    I love all your fantastic photos in your blog!

    Groetjes,Steffi

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  9. Did you watch the news that the Christchurch city served notice to those earth quake victims for not cutting their lawns?

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  10. Every woman becomes a phenomena the moment they realize that they are phenomenal. What better way to describe a phenomenal woman than the poem by Maya. Thanks for allowing us a little peep into your true-self.

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  11. Very touching, Marja. Maybe we grew up in an environment where our voices were not so heard like the voices of the children today. We were so timid and shy, our parents did the talking and the decision making ('50s-'60s).
    Have you read the book by Paolo Coelho 'The witch of Portobello Road', it is about dance. Do read it! And dance!! You have but one life, and life is here for you to enjoy it and to be YOU.
    It is good to be sensitive and emotional. There are so many people who are not: they are hard and do not enjoy the beauty around them.
    Happy Sunday!
    Jacoba

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