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From K K-QED and PRX, you've crossed over to Spoot. Okay, so my first memory, my very first memory in life is witness to murder.

Someone I love very very very much

AIM the barrel of a gun

And someone else I love very very much

I wanted to tell myself the story of that day for me just for me but even though

what happened the entirety of a lifetime ago is still too wrong. I was still too close.

Instead, I'll tell you that, abandoning the home, my grandparents' place, our family homestead

in Detroit City, the place where it happened, leaving, was not an option my grandmother was willing to consider.

That was where we gathered for birthdays, Saturdays, holidays, summer days, my aunties, uncles, cousins, my childhood, my

walking and breathing, laughing and sleeping, I played Monopoly next to an invisible stain.

Listen for the ice cream truck to pass by while leaning my head against that spot.

Practice dance moves in the mirror next to that spot.

And I wonder often often now if we should have burned the place down to ash

to excise the echo the ghost the hurt that all of us carry too close

I cried so easily back then. I cry so easily today.

I cry so easily today. And recently, a woman, a dear friend, she told me that no place, no place is any different

than any other place.

Okay, my name is in any other place.

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