Recalling Maya Angelou
Hey, I am a man
Not of the showroom ad
Raymond’s ‘Complete Man’
But an ugly looking unimpressive man.
I am not handsome,
Not enough well-built to
get invitations from a model contest,
The beard and the moustache
The long stride of my step
The poor look of my big eyes
Made me look a little odd
And I never got any billet-doux from a gal.
The invisible muscle of my arms
The quick thinning hair of my head
The piping of voice
Which the women around me talk about.
But women themselves get wonder-struck
When some of them
Loved me in secret
Flashed a quick glance
Or gifted me a lovely kiss
And the other women looked green in jealousy.
That moment I am chivalric
I appear to be heroic
To save a woman from the rapists
To feel that the woman is half the sky
To express love to a woman
And to be frank dear,
That very moment
I felt that I am a Phenomenal man
The man’s me.