Middle Passage

There was no

in-between time

to say goodbye

I went from

kid to criminal to felon

to prisoner to inmate

We’re moved from

the county jail

and onto a bus

and from the bus

we’re going to the

juvenile detention facility

There’s not enough of us

on this bus

to fill every seat

So I take one by the window

And it’s a relief that my hands

are cuffed in front of me

instead of behind me

I look out and the sky is a slab of concrete

above us

I look for the moon

There are two guards on the bus

one in the front, one in the back

And this almost feels like a field trip

almost

ExceptExcept

the quiet is choking my ears

The absence of voices

is like cold hands wrapping

their icy fingers around sound

And

maybe there was never

this much room on

slave ships

I wanna lay down so bad

I wanna close my eyes so bad

I wanna dream and sleep deep so bad

There’s another guy opposite from me

and he looks out his side of the window

just like I’m pretending to be

And if this was another time and place

I imagine the conversation would start like this:

What up, man, I’m Amal— And you?

But he turns to me as if

he felt my eyes on the

back of his head

and says

What the fuck are you looking at?

I go back to my

dark-gray sky

And I feel the heat seconds before

he aims for the back of my head

with his handcuffed fists

It’s too late to duck

The blow makes me hit the glass window

It should’ve shattered

I should’ve shattered

And I ball up

My head cradled in the crook of my arms

I fold into myself

and I wait for more pain

And that’s when I know the story

that really isn’t my story

hasn’t made it past the courtroom

yet

The story that I thought

was my life

didn’t start on the day

I was born

The story that I thought

was this life

didn’t start on the day

I went to that park

The story that I think

will be my life

starts today

Anything that happened

before today

is only the prequel

the backstory

the story behind the story

Nothing before today matters

It doesn’t even matter

that I wasn’t supposed to be

with Omari that night

It doesn’t even matter

that Umi wanted me home by ten

and I knew that she was still out

getting her hair done or something

and she wouldn’t even know

probably wouldn’t even care

because I was with Lucas

Except I wasn’t

Lucas was with his girl

and I was with Omari

who brought his boy Antwon

who said he had a whole crew

down by the courts waiting for him

for a two-on-two game

and if we came with him

it would be a three-on-three

But I’m not a baller

So I told Omari that I’d rather go

to the skate park

’cause I don’t like basketball like that

But he wasn’t about to leave his boy

Antwon hanging like that

And I wasn’t about to leave my boy

Omari hanging like that

Even though Lucas left me hanging

for some girl

and I wishedI wished so bad

that I had a girl, too

but Zenobia

Zenobia is her name

doesn’t even know

who I am

I bet she does now

Zenobia knows my name

That matters

I tried to tell Omari

that I’m not messing with those

white boys from East Hills

who been telling us

they don’t want us on their block

like they own that shit

They doThey do

He said, You with me

so you good

And I said, I got my peoples

waiting for me in the skate park

It was a lie

so he said, You need to relax ’Mal

They not gonna fuck with you

And I didn’t say

that out here on these streets

on these courtsin these parks

they gotta know you

or know somebody who know you

Out here on these

streetscourtsparks

they will either

speak for you

or

speak against you

And I catch one of these guys

on the bus looking back at me

staringdaring

for me to say something

So this busthis bus

is the streetsthe courtsthe park

on wheelsengine roaring

A ship headed for the new world

and we’re all in herein shackles

on our wristsaround our minds

around our hearts

So I just let him stare