𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡! 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡…
𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬; 𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐨𝐡, 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫! 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬!
~ 𝐆𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐦, "𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧," 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟎𝐬
👧🌸 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 • 𝐄𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚
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.
🙅♀️ Illustration • The Sunrise • Sonia Allins
Books by Solveig Paulson Russell
Books are friends who take you far Wherever you would go, From torrid lands and jungle ways To northern fields of snow.
🐈⬛Digital Art • Novel • Virginie Cognet
By Annette Wynne
Pictures are windows to many lands, But a book is a door that ready stands To him who will open and go outside, Where the rivers and plains are free and wide. Pictures are windows through which we look, But the door of the world is just a book!
🌸Books On Wheels • Rebecca Elizabeth
By Hiba Mubashir
The might mountains With lush green colour The way they gleam, It seems like a dream So heighted and tall That one might have a great fall Beneath the blue sky They seem like boulders That're so highA dreamy place With mountains laced Just embrace! The beauty of that frame The peace which's claimed With the sightings Of mountains
Painting Morning, 1922 by Maxfield Parrish
