But I don't know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.
Alice WalkerLong as I can spell G-o-d I got somebody along.
Alice WalkerTags: life strength god faith hope companion the-color-purple
This is the true wine of astonishment: "We are not over when we think we are.
Alice WalkerTags: aging alzheimer-s
They were women then
My mama's generation
Husky of voice stout of
Step
With fists as well as
Hands
How they battered down
Doors
And ironed
Starched white
Shirts
How they led
Armies
Headragged generals
Across mined
Fields
Booby-trapped
Ditches
To discover books
Desks
A place for us
How they knew what we
MUST know
Without knowing a page
Of it
Themselves.
If she come, I be happy. If she don't, I be content.
Alice WalkerDid I mention my first sight of the African coast? Something struck in me, in my soul, Celie, like a large bell, and I just vibrated. Corrine and Samuel felt the same. And we kneeled down right on deck and gave thanks to God for letting us see the land for which our mothers and fathers cried --- and lived and died --- to see again.
Alice WalkerThe animals of the planet are in desperate peril... Without free animal life I believe we will lose the spiritual equivalent of oxygen.
Alice WalkerTags: animal-welfare
A little love, a little buckshot, that's how I'd say handle yourself.
Alice WalkerThe good ones
who listen
to women
to children and the poor
die too soon,
their lives bedeviled
by opposition:
our hearts grieve for them.
This was the world my father knew.
A poor man
he saw good men come and mostly go;
leaving behind
the stranded and bereft.
People of hopes, dreams, and so much
hard work!
Yearning for a future
suddenly
foreclosed.
But today
you write me all is well
even though the admirable
Hugo Chavez
has died this afternoon.
Never again will we hear that voice
of reasoned anger
and disgust
of passionate vision
and of triumph.
This is true.
But what a lot he did in his 58 years!
You say.
What a mighty ruckus
Hugo Chavez made!
This is also true.
Thank you for reminding me.
That though life -
this never-ending loop -
has passed us by today
but carried off
in death
a hero
of the masses
it is his spirit
of fiercely outspoken
cariño
that is not lost.
That inheritance
has gone instantly
into the people
to whom he listened
and it is there
that we will expect it
to rise
as early as
tomorrow;
and there
that
we will encounter it
always
soon again.
Writing poems is my way of celebrating with the world that I have not committed suicide the evening before.
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