I balance on these American hips,
sure-footed step of a
white Sister
(so they tell me).
Never carried the weight of my big
body like some Anglo Woman whose
smile promises shame,
beads of sweat-drop-
apologies on her tight
lip.
Weight of my body carried me
up stairs, all over
the World and here I am
Been in beds and twisted sheet,
thighs to burn with hot wet sweetness of a man, but
they are made
to move in a slinging motion—
side-to-side, the wide arc of a pendulum,
and these American hips,
they take me places.
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