Hi!!
The Nina 3 was born out of an attempt to reconcile what I consider extremes:
Nina 1-
funny, smart, shy, girl-next door to the girl next door. think teacher, think bookworm, think conservative liberal, or liberal conservative. her tunes of choice are only miles davis, and only from ‘kind of blue.’ she digs documentaries most and writes silent haikus for the misused and melancholy. She’s more clever than she suspects, which is just as well since it keeps her modesty sincere. she loves to travel and connect dots across continents convinced that there are more similarities than not. perhaps to her detriment she is a hopeless romantic who attracts men who’d rather send e-mails or conversation-less calls over a rose.
Nina 2:
witty, sharp, girl around the corner across the tracks who never answers the door mostly because she’s not home but also because she doesn’t hear you. She creates, and destroys to create better. She answers your questions with questions, and paints while you pour out your heart with your heart. she has a poster of malcolm above her desk, tupac in her bedroom, prince in her closet, cleopatra in her kitchen and Michael everywhere else. She jumps from Assata to Twain to Baldwin and beyond. she is easy to love, hard to like and she likes that.
Nina 3:
my name is PEACHES!* Peaches is a pyro who lives alone and never pays the water on time so the embers catch and spread and seep and permeate. she is random, and is the nightmare of nina 1 and the ethereal muse of nina 2. she knocks on your door, runs away, only to turn back to let you know you need to “wake the fuq up!” she can be carmen jones or cleopatra jones depending on the tide. she keeps her lovers at bay with distance and a harsh tongue, so to cool off she prefers marvin gaye and sam cooke with a bit of al green and maxwell.
* see Nina Simone’s “Four Women”
