Such perfection so condensed to one
Even Maya Angelou's Phenomenal Woman,
Will face annihilation instantly
For she's the woman-the most phenomenally

My woman is never like a glass
She belongs to the stronger class
She's also not a stormy cloud
She holds tears better than any crowd

My woman is not a rose or an orchid
For her beauty comes from perennial seed
My woman nowise to be Venus idolater
Many can tell, she's a Bellona's warrior

This woman is not my wife,
Nor my girlfriend, but my life
She's the phenomenal woman for me
She's my mother, the one and the only