No matter where you are in the world, you know how to get to “the city”. That place where ideas live and die, where love is tainted with hate and that hate is tinged with the kind of love that keeps you rooted in one place. The city is the reason why every blindingly beige and preciously paved suburb looks identical, yet the creak of the door into your favorite corner store beckons you with the same singularity as your first name. The city is where you learn that there’s no way to do it right, so instead you learn to do it your way. The city is a feeling. It’s a state of mind. It lives wherever you allow.
I’m Imani and I’m a writer (of the words you’re reading right now and a few others). I was born and raised in Detroit, where I learned to match my lipstick to my nail polish to my shoes, to speak when spoken to, to smile at strangers, and to glide just beneath the beat instead of bouncing over it. Detroit is my home, but The City Proper is my state of mind. It’s my landmark. It’s my city. Here, you can do no wrong, as long as you #comecorrect. So come on in, I promise you’ll find something you like.