Saturday Night's are for #FreeWrites

i take the meeting.

firmly shake soft, white hands.

force the appropriate

amount of eye-contact.

polyester-blended cloth

rubs my skin the wrong way

but at least I look a little more

like them.

I keep my wild hair neatly tucked

away in a polished topknot.

they talk about diversity & inclusion.

a smile. a nod.

but the pictures on their wall

tell a story that

doesn’t really include

people like me.

i follow my body,

out of the room.