Rastas and White Girls

Is this rude?

I don't want to seem proprietary
Lord knows they do not belong to me
But why did the rastas in the reggae club
Come in with white girls
And none of them danced with me?

Every single dread who came in to Jazid Sunday night
Had a white girl in tow
A blonde middle class preppy looking type
-I'm sorry, I don't know you, I certainly do not exclude you
From friendship
I'm sure you're a very nice person
I would be glad to know you even
But this conversation is not about you though
This is between the dreads and me.

I saw two older black women, one with her boyfriend
He was black
But all the rastas my age in the reggae club
Came in with white girls
Why might that be?

Aside from the fact that I myself did not want
To be with anyone that night
(Thankfully
Because they did not look my way
Anyway)
I still find it curious
That the dreads came in with white girls
They danced with white girls
And no one danced with me

Perhaps I am projecting my own neuroses
Perhaps someone wanted to dance was interested
Maybe I just didn't see

"Of course there is no such thing as a preference for white girls
We love your culture
We come to your reggae club
See, we like you, we admire you
But I'll take the dreadlocked man thank you
No, I didn't notice that the other dreads' girlfriends
Looked just like me."

I don't need any illusions
Or self serving thoughts of imaginary
Black men
Who will look at me.
Forget all ah dem
I danced all night
So what if my friend who I went with
The white girl who's down
Got more people to dance with her than me

I have the reggae music inside
I am a natty dread that's me
I feel the music hum it breathe it when I walk
I am a natty dread
And a natty dread I will be.