Noumenal Woman

A fabulous poem for International Women’s Day 2012. This time a poem inspired by, and dedicated to, Maya Angelou and phenomenal women everywhere.

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.

Maya Angelou

 

You can shroud me in black and

Shave me clean.

You can paint my nails and

Pump up my breasts.

You can brainwash my daughters and

Butcher my sons.

You can cripple my feet and

Castrate my clit.

I’m still a woman,

Noumenally.

Noumenal woman,

That’s me.

You can stuff money in my hole and

Bleed me dry.

You can call me bitch

slut, cunt and whore.

You can hold me down and

Hustle me hard.

You can gag my voice and

Grind my mind.

I’m still a woman,

Noumenally.

Noumenal Woman,

That’s Me.

See we don’t need a throne to

Be the Mother queen.

We don’t need a man to

Solve our mystery.

Whatever you think

about woman-Kind.

Our child bearing hips

can never lie.

We’re still women,

Noumenally.

Noumenal Women,

are We.

 

Inspired and dedicated to  ‘phenomenal women’ everywhere.

Adele Tomlin   Copyright 2010