No Role Modelz

By LC Bloom

I went to the J. Cole concert with my hat on

Hair tied back, no makeup on, rocking black joggers like that song

You know?

The one that Drake sings

Except it didn’t matter whether or not I was a fine thing,

No hours spent on getting ready to mess up my timing,

Newfound confidence in my style, I was vibing,

“Yo dude, I think that’s a girl,”

Said the guy behind me.

 

I went to the J. Cole concert by myself

Floor seat ticket paid for with no one’s help

Not saying that I’m dripping in that wealth

Waiting in line, girls in tight jeans and crop tops, I’m feeling my baseball hat stealth...

Usher looked at me and said

“This is your ticket?”

No shit it is. What the hell.

 

I went to the J. Cole concert and no one looked,

At my ass or my chest, I was lowkey shook,

I walked

Alone.

At night.

Without fear of being mistook

For a chick that guys can hit on and get off the hook,

No gave me that creepy-ass up-down-up look,

But then it bothered me that

Dressing kinda like a dude

Was all that it took.

 

Art by Alexandra Dekkers

Michele Dale