Alice Walker, A Poem Traveled Down My Arm: Poems and Drawings

The crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.

Alice Walker, A Poem Traveled Down My Arm: Poems and Drawings

The crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.

Alice Walker, A Poem Traveled Down My Arm: Poems and Drawings

The crushed teapot in the rubbish of the bulldozed house will sing in your ears forever.