A poem
celebrate the hips
that jut and spread,
a river of strength
through generations.
these hips, they are not mere anatomy,
but the embodiment of an enduring legacy,
the curvaceous conduits of life’s flowing force,
channeling the power of countless mothers before.
they swell and undulate, a sweeping, sensual arc,
bearing witness to the fecund gift of the feminine.
from these wide, welcoming wells, new souls emerge,
their arrival heralded by the rhythmic, resilient beat.
these hips, are not merely for aesthetics, for show,
no, they are the pillars that uphold the matriarchal throne.
they are the wellsprings from which entire civilizations spring,
the foundations upon which the continuity of our kind takes wing.
so let us celebrate these undulating forms, these sensual slopes
not as objects of desire, but as sacred, fertile, life-giving hopes.
for in honoring the hips that jut and spread, we pay tribute
to the timeless, transformative strength that flows through us.
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