Me, my brothers, and my sister are victims of that God-awful trend Pentecostal parents all seemed to fall into the trap of in the nineties. You know—the naming their children after Christian-adjacent words? I never tell anyone my full name because my middle name feels like a smear on my forehead that tells the world where I’m from, and I don’t want to think about where I’m from, but here it is: Georgia True Carter. Oh my God, I know. True. It’s painful.
