Day: January 29, 2008

After watching our President Bush tonight…

It’s hard not to realize the grave responsibilities our next President is going to face.  This is not some easy thing to inherit, and it will be hard for whichever Democrat comes in next.  Watching our President, I thought about all the things he’s had to do while he has been in office and why.  He’s had to have strength, and stand alone.

Hillary Clinton knows the ropes.  She knows what she is going to face.  Imagine her strength.  Imagine a woman having that for the very first time.  Do you think it will be easy solving or resolving the war?  Poverty?  Economics?  Healthcare?  No, it won’t.

But do you know what I trust?  A woman, surrounded by other women, and men, is going to be able to tackle all this.

Maya Angelou supports her.  And so do I.  We need someone skillful right now.  Somebody with allies in Government that transcend and improve upon 60′s idealism ala Kennedy.  But somebody that understands and worked for what Kennedy was doing and believed in.  She alone has this record and history.

She will be phenomenal, like this poem of Maya’s.  I reprinted it from www.feminist.com

We simply don’t have time to argue anymore.  We need change, we need green policies.  She can do that.  Believe it.

It’s not really even about the glass ceiling, but, it is.  A woman will be the CHANGE.  A woman as strong as Hillary Clinton has had to be, and is.

PHENOMENAL WOMAN
by Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a model’s fashion 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 steps
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 of 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.