A Haughty Woman

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,
but look a lot sexier
in my natural curves.

Look at you
feeling all upset
about my pride.
Try be yourself.

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