Homage to My Hips - Lucille Clifton (1987)


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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What Her Hips Needed
She was wild in a way that was swaying and ancient
It was not a crazy whipping about of emotion
But a building swell and a powerful and slow release
But most did not understand this
So when they touched her hips
They just held on
But she needed someone
To do so much more than hold on
She needed that slow
So slow you didn’t know it was happening
Slow steering
Gentle erosion
Like the water does to the mountain
The wind to the desert
She needed those ancient drums
To keep her rhythm
To loose her demons
To be free

- Jolen Heather, 2015


Swing Them Hips, Girl

Swing them hips, girl, let them stare,
Just pretend that they're not there.
Dance around, like never before,
Some jealous, most can’t ignore.
Swing them hips, girl, dance away,
You just don't care what they say.
Ignore the people, ignore the thirst,
Dance until your organs burst.
Swing them hips, girl, let them stare,
Just pretend that they’re not there.

- Xsafety glassX