Happy International Woman’s Day!

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Maya Angelou – 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 for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

A Wish

To see you comfortably
At ease
I am Proud, and at peace;
Like the earth senses a Star
I feel your light
Soak up your wisdom
And bathe in your shine.
With big bright eyes
I realise you…
From afar

© elena andrean

This is part of a poem from my upcoming project #Equilibrium.

Change

Most of the time we write when we are uncomfortable
or we do it to speak for those that can’t speak for themselves
about things that promised to stay the same, and didn’t
so instead we have to change
which is just like being nervous when a conversation starts
although a lot of time has passed
since way back when all I knew was words that rhymed
and poetry in three lines
we realize that change is overdue
and things do, it’s weird
sometimes we welcome it with open arms, or wish
we hadn’t thought ahead so far
and it’s not everyday but I still sit and watch the skyline fade
from color to stars
sanctuary is always the other-side of the horizon so here we are
Standing at the top of a city
I think evolution never reached us
because we are nowhere near as free as birds
who look down from above and fly around for harmless fun
and yet we have a point to make, rewrite fate
if you believe in that
we might sound shy when we call for change but
through nervous laughs, stutters and croaks
you can just about hear vocals and notes
and dream overnight dreams that materialize wings
and save us

Olive Tree in our Homeland

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An olive tree
Grown in soil enriched with tradition and history
it blossoms with pink berries and sweet fruits,
and umbrella-like leaves to offer shade in the heat,
it sits in the edge of an old city, a symbol of compassion and hope

We climbed as children on our way home,
to play innocent games beneath it, count its rings of age
we would sit on its branches and overlook our homeland,
cloaked in a glistening gold sunset, the sweet smell of roasted nuts from the streets
tranquillity in the breeze through our hair

An olive tree
with roots so deep it has seen so many suns and so many moons
sharing goodness and all things nutritious
a simple act of kindness
a silent display of love

An olive tree
still growing but on a land of conflicted soil
We journey back and find our initials scratched into the trunk
barley visible in the dried bark, covered in dust
umbrella-like leaves limp with resilience to smoke
it sits on one side of a wall, a marked line between peace and war,
a symbol of compassion and hope

We climb as we once did, to make believe
to sit on its branches and overlook our homeland
close our eyes to imagine a glistening gold sunset, the sweet smell of roasted nuts,
tranquility in the breeze through our hair

An olive tree
with roots so deep it has seen so many suns and so many moons
sharing goodness and all things nutritious
a simple act of kindness
a silent display of love

Selfish

A seed left in the light, to grow my selfish side
words held in my hand; I bury in the sand
tempt to want it all, that seems to be my downfall
a dip in the road ahead, I trip over again

A seed left in the light, to grow my selfish side
words held in my hand; I bury in the sand
tempt to want it all, that seems to be my downfall
a dip in the road ahead, I trip over again