Girl I could barely keep it together but I was able to moan- Do that again. A little more to the right. Harder. Yes! just like that.
There was this one moment of turbulence when he tried some fancy shit that I guess he’ d seen in a movie or something. And I wasn’ t feeling it. Normally I would just let it happen and hope that it ends soon.
But this time-uhn uhn uhn, I moved his body to the right coordinates and told him to stay the course. And soon we were soaring again.
Like for the first time I wasn’ t just a passenger, you know?
HIPS
Written by S. Pearl Sharp Performed by Carolyn Harrison
Your hands offered to help- with dinner, or me. Your hands warm, firm, slip under and around these hips that have been too big and too small. Been girdled for shaking. Been disdained for fashion. Been camouflaged for conformity.
These hips.
A treat to black men’ s eyes. A threat to white women’ s psyche. These hips carrying strawberry measles scars and chocolate welts from a mother’ s flailing fear. These hips barred from ballerina school. Expected in wanwanko. Stretched in Hatha. Molded in shea butter. Seeded in secrets.
These hips.
Your hands catching them near the sink where rinsed tomatoes might run underwater forever.
These hips.