A Girl named B

B,
North London girl
I remember when we
first met-
you talked so rough

you looked so tough

with your 

cornrows, tattoos

and muscles-
I imagine,
you would often get into
tussles?
B,
what really got me, 

was that diamond

attitude of yours
you know 

I admired your flaws

because they weren't 

really flaws.

See B
you had this kindness

about you, a warmth-

fire too.
You were fierce
B,

I wish I was as fierce

as you.