This poem is taken from Stand 233, 20(1) May - July 2022.

Sharon Dolin How Many Secrets
                     I don’t know her name, the Chandigarh girl,
           who was raped by her uncle, and I don’t know
that just because I, too, was once a ten-year-old girl

                     in braids that I have any right to speak of her—
           but who will speak for her—she who had no right to her body,
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