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Phenomenal Woman 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, Th

An Unknown Girl   Moniza Alvi In the evening bazaar Studded with neon An unknown girl Is hennaing my hand. She squeezes a wet brown line From a nozzle. She is icing my hand, Which she steadies with hers On her satin-peach knee.   In the evening bazaar For a few rupees An unknown girl Is hennaing my hand. As a little air catches My shadow-stitched kameez A peacock spreads its lines Across my palm. Colors leave the street Float up in balloons.   Dummies in shop-fronts Tilt and stare With their Western perms. Banners for Miss India 1993, For curtain cloth And sofa cloth Canopy me.   I have new brown veins. In the evening bazaar Very deftly An unknown girl Is hennaing my hand. I am clinging To these firm peacock lines Like people who cling to the sides of a train.   Now the furious streets Are hushed. I’ll scrape off The dry brown lines Before I sleep, Reveal soft as a snail trail The amber bird beneath