Sherif Monem Critique of Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou Phenomenal Woman is not convincing. No single valid point she made to convince she is Phenomenal point. The piece is border line a poem. The piece is more of prose. The piece lacks many attributes of a poem like enjoyment, metaphor, rhythm, imagery, ...
Fattening the piece
I'm a woman
joy in my feet.... vague ... how?
the click of my heels ... an effort is made which is absent before
I think the piece is boring
Critique of the reviewers
The distinguished reviewers making mountains for every line, even the line does not say it. As an example, I have wide span the reviewers some are professors spend half a page of describing it as the top of literary piece even uneducated kids kid across the street can describe it better.
Poem Enjoyment: 0%
Inspiration: 0%
Beauty: 0%
Imagery: 0%
Metaphor: 0%
Rhythm: 0%
Angry: 100%
Boring: 100%
The author is dead. My apology, however, for critique this is not an issue or a consideration.
Fattening the piece
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Repeated four times without any variation with no new wordings, laziness sort of consideration.
Awkward language and meaningless
reach of my arms
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
How? Do the really do? not true and silly
fire in my eyes, ... disgusting and repulsive.
What fire?
flash of my teeth, ... a lion to scare? any other poetic description or appealing one?
joy in my feet.... vague ... how?
the click of my heels ... an effort is made which is absent before
I think the piece is boring
Critique of the reviewers
The distinguished reviewers making mountains for every line, even the line does not say it. As an example, I have wide span the reviewers some are professors spend half a page of describing it as the top of literary piece even uneducated kids kid across the street can describe it better.
Poem Enjoyment: 0%
Inspiration: 0%
Beauty: 0%
Imagery: 0%
Metaphor: 0%
Rhythm: 0%
Angry: 100%
Boring: 100%
The author is dead. My apology, however, for critique this is not an issue or a consideration.
Phenomenal Woman - Poem by Maya Angelou
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.
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.
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