To All my Beloved Sisters on this day which  honors all women past, present and future...
On this years, International  Women's Day...I offer up two poems by my most sacred mentor and shero...Maya  Angelou
I RISE
...You may write me down in history
With your  bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like  dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with  gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living  room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of  tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you  want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down  like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness  offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold  mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your  words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your  hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset  you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At  the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I  rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean,  leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind  nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously  clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream  and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
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 
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