
Now many is the day when I'm perfectly fine with the body I travel the world in. But on those days that I'm not, I pull out this poem and I feel a little better.
homage to my hips
these hips are big hips.
they need space to
move around in.
they don't fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don't like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top
2 comments:
I love that poem, too. And look how cute and nerdy you were!
One of my favorite poems. I once wrote an homage to Lucille Clifton, because this poem was the first thing I ever read that made me think, "Yeah, ok. These hips ARE pretty nifty."
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