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

Another sad passing, as we have lost former poet lauerette Lucille Clifton. There has always been something so comforting to me about Clifton, her shape, the way she moved, the way she spoke; she always reminded me so much of my grandmother. When I saw her read at the last Dodge Poetry Festival, I felt so familiar with her, I wanted to just run up to her and give her a huge, tender, grandmotherly hug. I was so sad to hear the news of her passing this morning, and I feel honored just to have been in her presence. She was and will remain a mighty figure in the poetry world that broke down barriers, made history, made us cry and smile and remember, all with her words. Rest in Peace.

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