Dear Maya Angelou Poem by Rex-mayor Ubini

Ma, I’m still here brooding over you.
It’s still like yesterday before you left us
To join our ancestors.
Pretty women still wonder where your secret lies
You were not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
But I say,
It’s in the reach of your arms
The span of your hips,
The stride of your step,
The curl of your lips.
You were a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s you.

You walked into a room
Just as cool as we please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around you,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in your eyes,
And the flash of your teeth,
The swing in your waist,
And the joy in your feet.
You were a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s you.

I, myself have wondered
What I see in you.
I’ve tried so much
But I can’t touch
Your inner mystery.
When you tried to show the world
They still could not see it.
I say,
It’s in the arch of your back,
The sun of your smile,
The ride of your breasts,
The grace of your style.
You were a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s you.

Now we understand
Just why your head was not bowed.
You never screamed or jumped about
Or talked real loud.
When we saw you passing
It really made us proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of your heels,
The bend of your hair,
the palm of your hand,
The need of your care,
‘Cause you were a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s you.