homage to my hips
by Lucille Clifton
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
pretty 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.
You can find this poem in Penguin’s Anthology of 20th Century American Poetry.
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