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  May 2016 Augustine Peters
Pea
didn't i tell you?
we cannot escape darkness
while avoiding light
Now listen
Augustine Peters May 2016
Hard is a life you feel out of place in
You slide into the spaces but there are gaps along the edges
The light of doubt and insecurity shines through
If not here then where?
I'm dramatic okay.
madness is beautiful
and all the beautiful people are mad
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 *******,
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.
Augustine Peters May 2016
I am not good at big things
I do not sing like the birds outside my window
I do not paint like the spirit of Picasso is guiding my hand
I do not love like romance novels
I do not shine as the sun does
I am not as resident as the moon
Or as steadfast as an oak tree

I am good at small things
I am good at being alone
I am good at thinking and at wishing
I am good at smiling
I am good at making breakfast
and humming small tunes

I am glad not to be good at everything
I do not pretend like I can encompass
the qualities of the world around me
To have a piece of the immense world around me
Is a small enough wonder for me
It is okay not to be good at everything. Nobody calls the sun a failure for setting.
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