Curve-a-Licious Movement
These are my hips- these fifty – two inch hips
attached to this thirty-six inch waist
are my hips and they tell herstory
perhaps you question the size of my hips-
the second largest continent in the world sired these hips
of course they would be as large-
the oldest civilization on earth gave birth to these hips
of course they would be as wide-
for these were my great grandmother’s
and my grandmother’s
and my mother’s hips
and now I am heir to the throne- my crown?
these hips of course-
and I would proudly pass them on to my daughter
for her dowry would you say-
These hips are pyramids-
no blueprints modern technology
no cranes and chains erected these hips
blood sweat and joy created these hips-
My West Indian “father”
loved my Dominican “madre”
and they mixed up the spices
to create the recipe for these hips-
cause my hips are hip-
they swing a jazz tune
they bop a blues beat
they talk a rap rhythm
they dance a drum solo-
these are hot summer day
cold winter nights
spring into action
make you fall in my lap hips-
These are my hips-
no aerobic
no treadmill
no run a mile-
these hips are for you to snuggle
for you to cuddle
for you to sink into and dream-
for you to get lost in all your fantasies-
wrap yourself around and let me squeeze you hips
lock you in and yell si mommy hips
draw you deeper so you can scream,
“dame ah bueno, dame ah bueno,” hips
shake with ecstasy, “what’s my name,” hips
rock your world and swing from chandelier hips
make you release before you were ready to hips-
when you want to hold a woman’s hips
when you want to feel the difference between you and me hips
when hard hips want to be soothed by charmine hips
these are my hips- so let the legacy live on.
From the book, Body Language by C.C. Carter