First published in When Women Waken, Winter-Spring 2014 – Issue 4
Listen to the poem A Haughty Woman
My wide hips dance
to melodious tones
of my tight thighs
I am a soprano
of unique creation.
My lips sing
a song of praise
about a mouth
whose thick flesh
I naturally possess.
My chest comforts
young and old
as they weep hard
on soft wellness
of my big twos.
I possess not
the imposed numbers,
86-61-86,
but look a lot sexier
in my natural curves.
Oh!
Look at you
feeling all upset
about my pride.
Try be yourself.