As I sat down today, I felt stressed, almost to a point of making me crazy. Not because of the kids, or the bills, or the day-to-day junk, but because of me. If I'm not careful, I find myself slipping away from who I really am to become the person others want me to be. I got tired of trying to be someone I wasn't just to please. It isn't that I don't want to please, but the realization, that I can "please" the way I am now. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. God made me beautiful. In His eyes, I am the one He made me to be. And although I fail daily in doing His will, I know that He still loves me, for His love is unconditional. Later today, I posted a status saying that hidden beneath all the stress, crazy, and depression, lies ME..the strong woman God intended me to be. And "she" is fighting to get out. As a response to my post I was sent the following poem. I will leave you with your thoughts upon reading it.....
Phenomenal Woman
by Maya Angelou
Pretty women
wonder wheremy 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 womanPhenomenally.
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 womanPhenomenally.
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 heads 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 womanPhenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,That's me.
