Keep making up stories, my uncle says.
You’re lying, my mother says.Maybe the truth is somewhere in between
all that I’m told
and memory.
Jaqueline Woodson “believing” Brown Girl Dreaming. p.176
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Keep making up stories, my uncle says.
You’re lying, my mother says.Maybe the truth is somewhere in between
all that I’m told
and memory.
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