Just heard the sad news that poet Lucille Clifton died today. She was 73.
Here's one of my favorite poems by her:
Homage to My Hips
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