Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Blackgirlcurves (2006)















The African American Dance Company



The bridges of her hips
Built to span
and bring forth men like moses
from the water

The music of her lips
soft and deep
like mud
seeds green dreams

She stands commanding attention
the rhythm of dimension
firm and resolved
this body yells, not calls

She
nurses nations
in lean years
with secret joy

Pools of eyes
cry your tears
and rain down in torrents

Carved mountains display her face
Formed in love, made by God, saved by grace

Legs
Strong and powerful
Kick adversaries to the curb

She be
one who carries her own things

Not to shake
shimmy
or serve
at your pleasure

she bends history

Her body
is still life in a stance
it says to the world:

You have a problem
And that’s fine;
just don’t make your
problem mine

2 comments:

Sonya C. Triggs said...
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Sonya C. Triggs said...

(Sorry about the broken post above - this is why God made spell check!) I love this post! We often feel so inhibited about our curves, our weight, our height or whatever new phobia we can come up with. And you re-affirm the knowledge that it is okay to be exactly who you are meant to be. As for me, as soon as I figured out I was meant to have curves (as a black woman), I stopped dieting so hard to melt them all away! Keep up the good work.