Teenage love poems

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.