Friday, 18 January 2013

A Girl named 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
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
I wish I was as fierce
as you.