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March 15th, 2004
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Poetry
I'm having to copy everything back onto my computer since it had to be reformatted, and I'm taking time to resort some things and put them in more logical places than, say, c:/files from mathlan/archive/

I just went through and renamed a bunch of files .txt so windows knows how to open them. I have a copy of the Rowena Notes discussion board output to text if anyone wants that. It was also touching to read some of the sweet things Bill wrote to me when we were first dating.

And I found some things I'd saved just because I liked them. Here's a poem I had:

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a models's fasion 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 steps
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 of 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 for my care.
        'Cause I'm a woman
        Phenomenally
        Phenomenal woman
        That's me.

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

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From:tammylc
Date:March 15th, 2004 07:44 am (UTC)
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I've always liked that poem too.
From:sabinablue
Date:March 15th, 2004 07:51 am (UTC)
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Wonderful. In the same spirit, I offer you Lucille Clifton:

Homage to My Hips

these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!
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From:tammylc
Date:March 15th, 2004 07:59 am (UTC)
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Oooh - another favorite that I haven't read in a long time. Thanks.

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From:netmouse
Date:March 15th, 2004 08:32 am (UTC)
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neat! I like that user icon, too.
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From:novapsyche
Date:March 15th, 2004 08:45 am (UTC)
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Lucille Clifton is an amazing poet.
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From:lola_smiles
Date:March 17th, 2004 09:11 am (UTC)
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nice
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