Here’s a poem by the wonderful poet Lucille Clifton (1935-2010) that never fails to make me smile.
The woman’s hips are free, and so is she. Forget about what a woman’s body is supposed to look like. Forget about diets and Vogue.
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!
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Comment by Amanda vd Westhuizen on May 3, 2011 at 12:44am Alicia,
I absolutely LOVE this poem. Thank you so much for posting this.
You made my day.
Comment by Octavia McBride-Ahebee on May 2, 2011 at 9:30pm Ms. Cliffton's work is fabulous. I so adore the following poem by her:
won't you celebrate with me
what i have shaped into
a kind of life? i had no model.
born in babylon
Comment by Padmavani Karkera on April 29, 2011 at 10:27pm 
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Comment by Teresa Coates on April 27, 2011 at 2:59pm I love this poem and the freedom that she proclaims to love big hips. Magic hips.
Comment by Adela Crandell Durkee on April 27, 2011 at 2:28pm Gotta love that swing.
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