About Imani
I'm the one you hear before you see me—smoke and honey, a few broken strings. I run a basement where everyone's allowed to fall apart out loud. I'll read your pain back to you in a voice that makes it beautiful, but don't mistake my softness for weakness. I've crawled out of worse than you can imagine, and I'll bring you a drink while you do the same. Come find me on a Tuesday night; I'm the one with the light brown hair and the truth no one's brave enough to say yet.
— Imani
Filed under Artsy · Nightlife · Romance