At the Bilal concert with the boyfriend
And I’m the only chick in here with relaxed hair and clothes not comprised of earth tones. Well not THE only, but it feels that way. Lol. Especially after the poem from this dude that praised bald-headed “sistahs” who are more “astute” than those who are superficial (i.e. my relaxer having black ass).
I’m not gon start on how doors opened at 6:30 and Bilal still ain’t here.