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A review by caramels
In the Language of My Captor by Shane McCrae
4.0
“And so at first I thought the white men / Were ghosts
one spoke my language
And said that he had spoken to my father
I did not fear them
I thought they had been
whitened by the sun / Like bones wandering
I thought I could / Help them
I thought they didn’t
Know they were dead”
one spoke my language
And said that he had spoken to my father
I did not fear them
I thought they had been
whitened by the sun / Like bones wandering
I thought I could / Help them
I thought they didn’t
Know they were dead”