Beautiful Black Butterfly

Love lost can never be found...Lasting love is never lost

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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.

 

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Still 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!!!!

        

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