Hamzah AD 2018

On the familial bonds of love, grief, and legacy

Kima Jones
Gay Mag
Published in
13 min readApr 24, 2018

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Editor’s Note: Press play above to listen to the author read her story aloud.

HHamzah came home and headed right to our door. We didn’t know he was coming that day. His last letter said he was going to face the board, and then nothing, and then he was standing there with a few hundred dollars, eight years’ worth of prison labor, which he handed me, and said, “Put y’all shoes on so we can get some food.” We went to the buffet because he loved that bogus Mongolian grill and all that orange soda. He loved those well-rationed crab legs and would stand at the station until the owner brought them out, a dozen at a time, annoyed that our father would take the whole dozen with him back to his seat. We thought that was real funny: him and Twin, back and forth for plate after plate. I only really liked the shell-on shrimp. Connie liked the cheesy spinach. “What refill you want?” And we all stopped breaking crab legs and laughing long enough to say, “Orange!”

Hamzah always came to see about his children first. He asks me, “Do you remember? You were only about four years old. You were coming down 149th Street on a red bicycle, and…

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Kima Jones
Kima Jones

Written by Kima Jones

Kima Jones is the founder of Jack Jones Literary Arts, a Los Angeles-based book publicity company. She writes poetry and prose.

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