As I look at her picture
From the back of one of her books
I see beauty in her face
I see the strength of a proud race
Her smile glows with inspiration
I capture it in words to put it to paper
through the shape of her head
I know there is allot of wisdom in there
In the creativity of her hair
There is allot of joy there
She says there is a flaw in her eye
Its' something I can't see
When it hides behind her beauty
As I look at her, I feel a desire
To touch her beauty
But than I realize that it is only a picture
With her words and her wisdom
At night I will dream of Alice Walker
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
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