The I you know isn’t me, you said, truthtelling liarMy roots are not my chainsAnd I to you: Whose hands have grownthrough mine? Owl-voiced I cried then: Who?But yours was the one, the only eye assumedDid we turn each other into liars?holding hands with each others’ chains?
-Adrienne Rich
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