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Kids are getting out of school and I am waiting for the #3 train at the
Utica Station. I haven't been out to the neighborhood yet, my backpack
pulls heavy on my shoulders, and I am already exhausted. I want to sit
down. The only seats now available are at the end of the platform, where
some Black teenage boys are sitting up on the backs of the benches, talking
and playing. The end of the platform is considered dangerous because fewer
people wait there, mostly because there are drivers in the front and middle
of the train, never at the end. I consider for a moment and then go to
sit. The boy next to me looks over and says to himself, "She sat
next to me." |