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As for me,
I have learned
to worship
the sun
again.
To affirm
the adventures
of hair.

For we are all
splendid
descendants
of Wilderness,
Eden:
needing only
to see
each other
without
commercials
to believe.

this book of poetry is one of my most favorites to read since i read time is a mother 2 years ago.

walker really uses resonant language and gets across a point so quickly and repeats it while reminding you it’s a poem and the way a phrase is written and its breaks are so important. dont remember the last time i thought so much about form, or wanted to read poems one after another until i had to stop

okay a poem about how israel and golda meir is racist and vain

alice walker from 1984

what is the point
of being artists
if we cannot save our life?

delectable, must not contain all at once