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 AngelouIām grateful for being here, for being able to think, for being able to see, for being able to taste, for appreciating love ā for knowing that it exists in a world so rife with vulgarity, with brutality and violence, and yet love exists. Iām grateful to know that it exists.
Maya AngelouBy no amount of agile exercising of a wistful imagination could my mother have been called lenient. Generous she was; indulgent never. Kind, yes, permissive, never. In her world, people she accepted paddled their own canoes, pulled their own weight, put their own shoulders to their own plows and pushed like hell.
Maya Angelou