Unmasked

We wear the mask that grins and lies . . .” — “We Wear the Mask,” Paul Laurence DunbarTysha Wilson adjusted the disposable face mask over her nose and walked faster down the cracked sidewalk outside her grandmother’s house. The braids bundled together at the crown of her head acted like a counterweight and dragged…

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