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

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Please, please, please Philomena Woman is not the title of this poem!

@llaykorn, make further research dear thats the title

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@llaykorn, make further research dear thats the title

Did you get permission from the writer to post the poem on that blog?

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@llaykorn, make further research dear thats the title

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U just answered your question ur self, see it there yourself "Philomenal Woman"

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U just answered your question ur self, see it there yourself "Philomenal Woman"

My brother, is this blindness or something else? Is that 'philomenal' or phenomenal?