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Alice Walker

Alice Walker

What It Feels Like

As if I’ve swallowed
A watermelon
And
Sidestepping
My digestive tract
It has lodged
In my heart.
There it lies
Green
& whole
with a luscious
red
heart of its own
daring me
to cut.

#Americans #Blacks #PulitzerPrize #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury

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