by jamilla vandyke-bailey

imani is thinning out, shedding the childish pudge of single digit age, and it shows in the vibrant flush of her umber-toned skin. her thick senegalese twists, healthy and heavy with oil bounce as she speaks. and she’s always speaking. and when she does, her eyes are full of laughter, and her voice is full of light. it is middle school, you’re empty with jealousy and she is beautiful.