OK So My Friends Are the Coolest

Whether they're lifelong friends since childhood, or recent ones I've picked up along my journey in life, my friends are the best!  They are my friends for good reason.  I would start listing them, however we would then be here until I die....which will be a long time from now, I figure.  It would probably feel like that part in the Bible all about the "begats" (you know the geneology part, Genesis 11?)....and even then I'd probably have accidentally left someone out.  So, let me elaborate on just one today: Cherie.  We're cut from the same cloth in so many ways.  Today she re-shared a fabulous post from 2 years ago about blog hugs.  So good, check it here: Bakow Babble: {Wayback Wednesday - My Readers All Time Favorite Post}.  I couldn't have said it better myself!

After reading through her post, I got to reflecting on her and my many other friends.  These friends are a part of my life because they are phenomenal!

So in honor of my phenomenal friends, here's one of my all-time favorite poems, written by the regal Ms. Maya Angelou:

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 for my care.

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally. 

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Love you, phenomenally!!!!