If you want to see happy people
Go to the bookstore

As they flip the first few pages
Observe the cover and the edges

Notice the torn and the teardrops
Rub the coffee spills and the bookmarks

Smell the old cinnamon bread
As this 2nd hand book tells, the living and the dead

And if you see them smile,
And their eyes sparkle like the sea

By that you can tell
And tell, yet begin another story

So if you want to see happy people
Go to the bookstore

They are silently sitting in the corner
But you don't judge a book by its cover

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