Phenomenal Women

Saturday, the 8th of March, was observed as International Women’s Day. Team Culture Curry doffs its collective hat to all you phenomenal women at Blue Lotus. We know we’re a little late but we’d like to make amends. So we begin with a delightful poem by Maya Angelou that’s rather apt for the occasion. It’s titled—you guessed right—‘Phenomenal Woman’.

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.


Hope you enjoy reading this edition of Culture Curry. It’s quite a mix. There’s a contemplative piece by Piyush Jain, a gastronomic outburst from our resident foodie Shikha Johnson, both the winning entries in the recently-concluded blog writing contest (topic: Offsite) and much more. It would be nice if you could leave your comments after reading individual entries. Enjoy.

- Editor