Deciding the sort of person who’ll approach me,

depends a lot on whether my hair is curly, straight, tied back, up, or braided.

The person who said I hid behind it, but the friend who said I was more of myself with it curly and down. Once, when straight, one mentioned the softness and roundness of my face. The men at bars, on buses, at intersections. The way my hair feels on the back of my arms, the back of my neck.