Day 23: write a conspiracy poem. Here is my attempt.
Forget the notion that I sit uninvited in your thoughts. Forget the thoughts that my beauty goes invisible in your eyes.
With your eyes wide closed you proceed to what you think of me. Some will act upon what they perceive about me.
You see my natural hair in Bantu knots, braids, coils, curls, dreadlocks, twist and afro puffs as unprofessional and somehow should be unseen.
Viewing my hair and not getting to know me or have a true thought of who I might be and that my hair is just a beautiful part of me.
Strange thoughts and thinking it seems to me.