Homage to my Hips

Poet Lucille Clifton

Lucille Clifton

Things don’t fall apart. Things hold. Lines connect in thin ways that last and last and lives become generations made out of pictures and words just kept. ~ Lucille Clifton

One of my favorite contemporary poets is Lucille Clifton. Although she passed away in 2010, her poetry has been published in various forms since the late 1960s. Her unabashedly honest writing, her mix of hard truth and humor, and her celebration of self in every form are some of the reasons her poetry calls to me.

Today, I’ll share one of my favorite poems of hers with you. You’ll find the text here, but I hope you’ll follow the link and go listen to Clifton read this poem herself. The poem exists; her reading gives it life, especially in her introduction of the work, where she celebrates “the wonderfulness that I am:”

homage to my hips
By 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!

How do you celebrate the wonderfulness that you are?

[Note: This post is #8 of 26 of the April A-to-Z Challenge. Please see the button on the right of the page for more information.
Last year’s “H” post: Helpful Tips for Capturing Family Stories.]

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