Thursday 04 October 2012

I have quite a busy day today. First lesson at 7:30, last one at 2:15, not many breaks in between. At 9:15 I chat to Liesha's Mum while Liesha returns from dropping her daughter at play school. Liesha's Mum is Irish, and we have a good chat about the Emerald Isle. When Liesha returns, there is some good natured banter about Liesha's propensity to swear, which I find endearing.

In the evening I put my bicycle into the back of my car, in preparation for a cycle with Tim, tomorrow. The weather forecast is... varied.

Carol sends me a poem by Maya Angelou, who sounds a fascinating person. I must read one of her books.

 

 

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