‘Homage to my hips’ by Lucile 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

This is a bold and empowering poem by Lucile Clifton. I love its unabashed confidence, sassiness and provocativeness; there’s something so un-English — so American — about it that I am hopelessly envious of! There is not much I want to say about this one because I think it speaks for itself in a very direct way. It’s brilliant.

Reviewed by Emily Ardagh