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Author: Demetrius Buckley


Author’s Note

At a very young age I had some pretty vivid moments that altered my life. I’m from Detroit, Michigan, where in the late ’80s to mid ’90s, murders happened instantaneously across the city streets. Those life-altering endings ran rampant while I was at school and out of school and all during the summers. Learning death as a child was a confusing and devastating process to endure. I tried to keep up with the environment I inherited while processing unfortunate events under the sun. The sun, now outside my barred window, shines into my cell with a recollection of influential factors that I had blindly followed.

A young love interest mixed in with gun violence showed me I had no power to keep the people I tried to hold dear. This love that coincided with death, Starisha being this vessel of a budding understanding, emerged and created a fear in me. I actually thought death was around every corner waiting to get me and those I knew and cared for growing up. The adult me writing the text, visualizing 2Pac staring out a window with an AK-47—as did Malcolm X in one of his prominent photos—collapsed into my younger self that a skinny niggah was supposed to die in most urban anecdotes. I pulled from this expression and entangled it into my future reality. I first wrote my experience down and with it I noticed that that year was full of homicides. That year 2Pac died; my friends and I didn’t believe it. Then Kenny got killed; we believed that because we didn’t see him again. But this baby that I never saw, my first girlfriend having a miscarriage, I believed; I needed to bring that story to the page, which was hard to sit down and do.

I thought, as a youngster, 2Pac was immortal. It was his only way to express a demise for a people. If Zeus was everlasting and had an origin story then 2Pac had to be our origin story, and those who followed behind him had to have one too. I utilized my freewrite about creating the two images inside of one, inside of a younger me.

Writing from a child’s standpoint was an invigorating task. Trauma is an odd thing to explain; it makes us remember and yearn for the “what if” factor about the people who once lived on this planet. In this excerpt, I color the page with youth. I had to recreate a sense of life as death occupied in those spaces, where life was all about learning and evolving in the mental state. Transferring those emotions and smells on the page, bringing life back through text in my excerpt—and making sure the piece could stand alone from its entirety—took revision, rethinking, and repurposing the real question of a concept.

 


DEMETRIUS BUCKLEY is the winner of the 2021 Toi Derricotte & Cornelius Eady Cave Canem Chapbook Prize, and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Rumpus, PEN America, Scalawag, Tahoma Literary Review, The Offing, Southern Review, and elsewhere. His writing has been honored by the Ghost Story Supernatural Fiction Award and Soul-Making Keats Literary Competition and he has performed his work at the Brooklyn Museum. He is a part of a writing program for incarcerated folks called the Empowerment Avenue. He is currently hopeful.