reword this poem
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.
Beautiful ladies often ponder my allure's origin.
I lack the charm or the figure of a runway queen's design,
Yet, when I reveal my truth,
They suspect it's a facade.
I declare,
It’s the span of my embrace,
The curve of my frame,
The pace of my walk,
The twist of my smile.
I embody womanhood,
Extraordinarily so.
An extraordinary woman,
That is my essence.
I enter any space
With unwavering poise,
And every man,
Either stands in respect or
Kneels in awe.
They buzz around me,
As if I’m the queen of bees.
I announce,
It's the sparkle in my gaze,
And the brilliance of my grin,
The rhythm in my sway,
And the delight in my dance.
I personify womanhood,
In an extraordinary way.