Adrienne Rich - Our Whole Life lyrics
[Adrienne Rich - Our Whole Life lyrics]
The permissible fibs
And now a knot of lies
Eating at it'self to get undone
Words bitten thru words
Meanings burnt-off like paint
Under the blowtorch
All those dead letters
Rendered into the oppressor's language
Trying to tell the doctor where it hurts
Like the Algerian
Who has walked from his village, burning
His whole body a cloud of pain
And there are no words for this
Except himself
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