Homage To My Hips

The power a woman can have over a man is unbearable for men. They do anything for women. But it is awfully upsetting for them when someone, especially a woman, makes know about it. Lucille Clifton puts it with such sassiness in her poem that it smacks you in the face telling you about The "hidden" power of women, specifically of black women now, I mean she literally wrote a poem to her ass and how rocking it is, saying: "these hips are mighty hips. these hips are magic hips. i have known them to put a spell on a man and spin him like a top!"

Still I Rise

Racism has been around us for centuries now, and still is, but that doesn't prevent people from rising above it. Maya Angelou's poem "Still I Rise" makes a statement no other can compare. The irony and muckery her words give to the racists ignorants has such power and subtliness at the same time that such racists ignorants wouldn't get it making it so beautiful and just BRILLIANT. This woman makes such impact by just saying: "Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise that I dance like I've got diamonts at the meeting of my thighs?".