To The Girl, Who Keeps Hitting The Back Of My Head. ~ Praise Uyioghosa Osawaru (Wordsmithpraise)

1. My head is not an antenna you hit thrice before it picks up a frequency, 
So stop hitting me,
I don't like it. I never have. 
 
2. I imagine if I touched your lap
and let my fingerprints sink into your thighs, 
Twenty-one pilots cannot save my life
from crashing into a police cell. 
 
3. If I poke your back 
and your bra accidentally slips off, 
I imagine you would slap me, yell at me
and call me a rapist. 
 
4. If I tell my friends, a girl slapped me, 
they would laugh at me and call me stupid.
If you tell your friends, a guy touched your shoulders,
they would mourn with you and call for my funeral.
 
5. My head is also a part of my body
and I don't consent to such advances.
So please, stop hitting me.
Stop (sexually) harassing me. 

Praise Uyioghosa Osawaru, also known as Wordsmithpraise, is a poet and writer of Young Adult fiction and creative non-fiction. His short story - CHOP CHOP was featured in Writers Space Africa (WSA) April 2019 Edition.
He is an undergraduate at the University of Benin. 
He believes we're all writers of our lives story and encourages everyone to make their lives a best-seller. Praise also blogs about art & literature. His blog - www.wordsmithpraise.com features reviews, stories and poems.
Connect with him on social media, Instagram and twitter @wordsmithpraise.