Creative Corner

This poem by alumna, Sophia Miller, was inspired during Transitions 2004.

Hips
by Sophia Miller, age 14

Those hips
Damn, those hips.
Take your eyes in their grip
Make you envision
Double fudge covered in vanilla lite whip.
Oh, but there is nothing light about them.
They are the center.
They are the core.
Your life came from within those hips
And so much more.
They are the weight of woman
That man wants to explore.
Those hips
Damn, those hips.
These hips
They are the power.
A woman's thunder can make
Mountains cower.
Oh, they are your dreams.
How they sway.
I see how you look at them that way.
You want them to be yours
But this is a goddess body
Only to be adored
From afar,
A million lightyears past a star
And you could still see their imprint
In the back of your eyes,
But you know, it's really bizarre
Because
When you realize you can't get these,
You call me a whore.
You desecrate the nymph
That you once implored.
Oh well, too bad 'cuz
These hips are everlasting.
You think your words will make them crumble
You're obviously not too fast, kid-
The beauty of the woman body is she
Always holds her ground.
No matter how you try to break us we'll
Never come unbound.