She likes being small because “I can slip through things.” She imagines herself with supergirl powers. She would blink and turn invisible. Sometimes she doesn’t have to blink. In the blur of the city’s streets, Dasani is just another face. Strangers do not see the opioid addiction that chases her mother, or the prisons that swallowed her uncles, or the cousins who have died from gang shootings and AIDS.
