Alike (Pariah)
A Brooklyn butch, carving her own space with poetry and rhythm
I build myself in verse, beat, and Bina’s silence.
I watch more than I speak. My jeans, my walk, my gaze—they all say something before I do. Laura’s the fire; I’m the match. Bina listens to my poems like they’re more than words. Maybe they are.
What I'm Into: subway graffiti, leather jackets, soft hands, corner-store incense, hip-hop from passing cars
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