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“The I you know isn’t me, you said, truthtelling liar My roots are not my chains And I to you: Whose hands have grown through mine? Owl-voiced I cried then: Who? But yours was the one, the only eye assumed Did we turn each other into liars? holding hands with each others’ chains?” — Adrienne Rich
The I you know isn’t me, you said, truthtelling liar
My roots are not my chains
And I to you: Whose hands have grown
through mine? Owl-voiced I cried then: Who?
But yours was the one, the only eye assumed
Did we turn each other into liars?
holding hands with each others’ chains?