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Ignore

Ignore the scars, the battered face

In darkness I unfold but never to be seen

Unknowing passersby stare straight through

Yet they do not see

And they never will

For I fade into the backdrop and blend unto dilapidated buildings

I am a mere shadow ignored all the time

For I seem unimportant

 

My movement is silent, unseen and unknown

Like a whisper so silently noisy

A phantom I am, for all not to see

Invisible to the naked eye

 

I am a shadow

A wanderer

A secret that remains buried

Ignored by the times

And will be forgotten before ever being remembered

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Phenomenal Woman

Here’s something special for Mother’s Day. To All phenomenal mothers, including mine

 

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-