O M H
Ode to My Hips
Swift never stiff
Caramel brown
Surround sound
When flicked slapped
or pinched
The pear to my eight
Hour glass shaped
Eccentric curves
Well deserved
Given to me at birth
To help populate this earth
Sculpted by Him
This perfect form
Mixed with mud from Africa
Clay from the flowing
Rivers Of Belize
The original love of this land
That the Native Americans left
Behind in their prime
A sprinkle of Latino
As it rains in Puerto Rico
You see , it took a
While to form figures
Of perfection
Not necessarily to match
My complexion
A mere reflection of the
Sun rising at dawn
Blessing the horizon with light
Pink sand on a beach
The seed to this fruit
Full of coconut juice
Released with the breaking
Of water
Reared a baby for
A little over 5 months
And out onto a cloud
Born
was my first son
No longer just a part
Of my figure
As time has progressed
They’ve grown
Giving a special home to
Love sent from above
Ode to My hips
They never allow my
Back bone to slip
Eye openers for most
For this I give a toast
Now this…
Ode to my hips
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