| 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 of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Maya Angelou
FOR EVERYBODY
Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
We Wear the Mask
WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
PARA TODOS
Gloria Estefan: Oye Mi Canto
Libre, libre para expresar
Lo que siento en el corazón
No tengo que callar
Tienes, esa libertad también
Que es difícil de compartir
Y tú lo sabes bien
Hay que buscar la solución
En vez de decir adiós
Alguien tiene que escuchar
Oye este canto que ya va a empezar
Pronto los años pasarán
Y no quiero un día despertar
Y ver que es tarde ya
Algo, algo tiene que pasar
Si miramos alrededor
Está por comenzar
Hablamos de amor, palabra común
Y no lo ofrecemos nunca
Alguien tiene que escuchar
Oye este canto que ya va a empezar
Someday it'll be alright
Changes happen overnight
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/oye-mi-canto-lyrics-gloria-estefan.html ]
Pero que oyelo, oye mi canto
(Oye mi canto)
Creo en el amor pero sin condiciones
(Oye mi canto)
Y en ayudarnos sin tener otras razones
(Oye mi canto)
Los celos y el odio son ya tradiciones
(Oye mi canto)
Hay que dejarlas atrás
No buscar explicaciones
(Oye mi canto)
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
Oye, oye, oye mi canto
(Oye mi canto)
Óyelo, óyelo
(Oye mi canto)
Que me tiene que oír, oír este canto
(Oye mi canto)
Óyelo, oye mi canto
(Oye mi canto)
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canción es del corazón
(Oye mi canto)
Oye mi canto
Oye, oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
Oye mi canto
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| Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'
and puttin' on acts,
stretchin' their backs.
They move into condos
up over the ranks,
pawn their souls
to the local banks.
Buying big cars
they can't afford,
ridin' around town
actin' bored.
If they want to learn how to live life right
they ought to study me on Saturday night.
My job at the plant
ain't the biggest bet,
but I pay my bills
and stay out of debt.
I get my hair done
for my own self's sake,
so I don't have to pick
and I don't have to rake.
Take the church money out
and head cross town
to my friend girl's house
where we plan our round.
We meet our men and go to a joint
where the music is blue
and to the point.
Folks write about me.
They just can't see
how I work all week
at the factory.
Then get spruced up
and laugh and dance
And turn away from worry
with sassy glance.
They accuse me of livin'
from day to day,
but who are they kiddin'?
So are they.
My life ain't heaven
but it sure ain't hell.
I'm not on top
but I call it swell
if I'm able to work
and get paid right
and have the luck to be Black
on a Saturday night.
Maya Angelou |
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