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Life Doesn’t frighten Me

At times of distress, words like these help 🙂

A poem by Maya Angelou

Shadows on the wall
Noises down the hall
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Bad dogs barking loud
Big ghosts in a cloud
Life doesn’t frighten me at all

Mean old Mother Goose
Lions on the loose
They don’t frighten me at all

Dragons breathing flame
On my counterpane
That doesn’t frighten me at all.

I go boo
Make them shoo
I make fun
Way they run
I won’t cry
So they fly
I just smile
They go wild

Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Tough guys fight
All alone at night
Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

Panthers in the park
Strangers in the dark
No, they don’t frighten me at all.

That new classroom where
Boys all pull my hair
(Kissy little girls
With their hair in curls)
They don’t frighten me at all.

Don’t show me frogs and snakes
And listen for my scream,
If I’m afraid at all
It’s only in my dreams.

I’ve got a magic charm
That I keep up my sleeve
I can walk the ocean floor
And never have to breathe.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all
Not at all
Not at all.

Life doesn’t frighten me at all.

The breaking of iron

I am a strong independent woman,

They say, but I do have my own doubts.

You are built of iron, but does it never break?

 

You are self-sufficient,

You don’t need anyone,

But how can I be my own doppelganger?

 

You are a confident woman

They say, but I do have my reservations,

For deep down I am shattering bit by bit

The iron has been hit too hard,

It’s moulding and remoulding,

Losing all its true essence.

Drowning

i am woman in a large glass box that is slowly but steadily filling with water covering my feet my ankles my knees padlocks of my own design keep me trapped in this watery prison the opaque panels block me from view murals painted with images of my placid face doing routine things deceive the […]

via Drowning — Brave and Reckless

Phenomenal women

 

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 plam of my hand,

The need of my care,

‘Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

-Maya Angelou