I am in awe of this poem.
When I found this video of Lucille Clifton reading her poem, Homage to my Hips, I must have watched it five times in a row, drinking in the sheer audacity of her words. Yes, audacity. She makes no apologies for taking up space with her big hips.
What a glorious thing – a woman’s body that moves and dances and sings of its own wild lusciousness.
She makes no apologies for being big, strong, and tremendously tantalizing.
Her hips go where they want to go and do what they want to do.
Oh to take up space with these hips, my hips, to know they belong here, to let them loose to sing hallelujah as they move and sashay with each and every step I take.
I could learn a thing or two from Lucille Clifton.