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.

Maya Angelou
It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of...
It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of...
It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of...
It’s the fire in my eyes, And the flash of...
About This Quote

This quote is by the French writer Marguerite Duras, who said it in reference to herself, describing her as a woman with "a woman's body and a man's heart." It also refers to the classic image of fire and ice—of passion and danger.

Source: Phenomenal Woman: Four Poems Celebrating Women

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