What It Feels Like, by 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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