Phenomenal Woman

By Lian Brook-Tyler

I’ve been pondering what International Women’s Day means to me, if anything, and therefore what to say, if anything.

Having spent today, as I always do, immersed in the depths of guiding women to discover and embody their Truth… from neurodivergence to the possibility of motherhood… what I’m left with is this.

I wish that you know you can fully feel at home, that you can luxuriate, in your body… your woman’s body.

I wish that you know the power of the Feminine… and that you are a vessel for Her.

I wish that you know the Truth of your soul… and can LIVE it.

These are the things I’m most grateful to know and to live as a woman today… all things that weren’t present 10 years ago despite my so-called success in this modern experiment, which required me not to be a woman – not really.

These things are what I most want for my daughter, and for all the daughters.

And for you too, if you choose it.

I’ll leave you with the words of Maya Angelou in one of my most-loved poems about being a woman. She knew.

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou

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.

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