Self-Celebration

In a world that celebrates skinny, this poem's jubilant existence is cause for joy.

homage to my hips
Lucille Clifton

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!