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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=423413" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Love for a Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">mom never went to school<br>but that never became a problem<br>between me and her<br>if anything, it heightens <br>my awareness <br>of her predicardment<br>my love for her<br>each time she expresses<br>something with the fear<br>that she would go wrong<br>to educate me and now<br>to feel the fear of being ridiculed<br>my eyes turn warm with tears<br>mother's love sealed <br>in a box of love, care, self sacrifice<br>as she gropes to know <br>about the world herself<br>a woman's basest instinct<br>filtered through the love of a child<br>gems dropping from the sky<br>the female species at its purest form<br>that love, that love for a child</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Phenomenal Woman<br>Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.<br>I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size<br>But when I start to tell them, <br>They think I'm telling lies.<br>I say, <br>It's in the reach of my arms<br>The span of my hips, <br>The stride of my step, <br>The curl of my lips.<br>I'm a woman<br>Phenomenally.<br>Phenomenal woman, <br>That's me.<br>I walk into a room<br>Just as cool as you please, <br>And to a man, <br>The fellows stand or<br>Fall down on their knees.<br>Then they swarm around me, <br>A hive of honey bees.<br>I say, <br>It's the fire in my eyes, <br>And the flash of my teeth, <br>The swing in my waist, <br>And the joy in my feet.<br>I'm a woman<br>Phenomenally.<br>Phenomenal woman, <br>That's me.<br>Men themselves have wondered<br>What they see in me.<br>They try so much<br>But they can't touch<br>My inner mystery.<br>When I try to show them<br>They say they still can't see.<br>I say, <br>It's in the arch of my back, <br>The sun of my smile, <br>The ride of my breasts, <br>The grace of my style.<br>I'm a woman<br>Phenomenally.<br>Phenomenal woman, <br>That's me.<br>Now you understand<br>Just why my head's not bowed.<br>I don't shout or jump about<br>Or have to talk real loud.<br>When you see me passing<br>It ought to make you proud.<br>I say, <br>It's in the click of my heels, <br>The bend of my hair, <br>the palm of my hand, <br>The need of my care, <br>'Cause I'm a woman<br>Phenomenally.<br>Phenomenal woman, <br>That's me. <br>Maya Angelou</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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but that never became a problem
between me and her
if anything, it heightens 
my awareness 
of her predicardment
my love for her
each time she expresses
something with the fear
that she would go wrong
to educate me and now..."></div>
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