Dasani and Star squirm in their seats. Out on the street, Star projects privilege, parading her pit bull puppy like a trophy. No one sees her life at home, where Star’s alcoholic father lies bedridden and dying. And out on the street, Dasani exudes strength, beating the boys at pull-ups in the park. No one sees how tired she gets from waking up with Lee-Lee, or how much Dasani longs for a dog of her own. These are the things that neither girl would dare disclose. To be vulnerable is to be punk.
