Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit model's fashion size But when I start to tell them They think I am telling lies. That was what Maya Angelou said, in her poem phenomenal woman. I have seen a lot of women , phenomenal women, but I always asked myself , How far they believe themselves to be phenomenal women and if they believe so how far they express it? There was always a question pumping in my mind, Is it rude to say that I think of myself as beautiful, hot and intelligent? I think that this unspoken truth is the outcome of those most phenomenal women; they never out speak their beauty .As if they are caught in an assiduous argument to prove that they are intelligent and successful. They intended to silence their beauty because there is a silly connotation between beauty and shallowness. Every woman on a catwalk is simply a stupid empty headed beautiful frame. So I say lets go wild and speak on behalf of our beauty. Lets document our beauty, lets a admit ourselves to be beautiful, lets simply shake the world. I say It's in the reach of my arms The spam of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips I ‘m a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Eman Yehia
