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1 " My real mouth is full of sharp teeth and a sharper tongue, three languages coiled like snakes in my throat, scaly and silent. My real mouth is an armoury of words forged in the furnace of my chest, hot as a spitted sun. My real mouth is a storm, and my voice is thunder.To pass among you I wear a different mouth: full lips unparted, always smiling. I paint it pretty colours. It speaks only when spoken to, softly. To pass among you, it tells you stories:I am sweetness. I am sunshine. I am here to hold your hand through the horror of my name.My mouth is a coin, and I spend it. "
― Amal El-Mohtar , Anabasis
