I want to ask you about your experiences.
I see your woven hair and dark, ageless skin.
I wonder if your confident smile was ever-present
And what you’ve overcome to keep it.
I want to understand how the world looks to you.
I hear the angry rap playing in your expensive headphones.
I wonder if your baggy pants and hoodie
Are your modern day armor.
I am curious about your head cover.
It brushed my arm when we entered the subway.
I wonder if it’s hot and confining
Or if you’re happy to not worry about your hair.
But I don’t ask
In fear I will be the subject
Of the next
“What to Never Say…” video.
So we remain separate
Of each other