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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! HOMAGE POEMS (AFTER LUCILLE CLIFTON) Homage to My Hair Not everyone has hair this curly. People remember my hair. People envy my hair. It crowns my head like a halo. If I ignore it, it curls anyway. When I was young and foolish, I wanted long straight hair like the popular girls. I even tried to straighten my hair. It would not be tamed. The first humid day, it forgot the chemicals, the huge rollers every horrible thing I did to it. Blond, brown, or grey, it curls. I wish I could be as wild and crazy as my hair. Jean Lamberty