Smallie

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when I was a child, my mother would lock me inside our house

after school, I was to go straight home. I dared not go elsewhere

as a teenager, she did not let me handle scissors talk less of razor blades

or let me go near electrical appliances

she was protecting me, she said

I never went to any parties

I never even hung out with my friends at their houses

I did not know how I was supposed to act social wise - for my age, that is

but my mother said she was protecting me.

I did not know what clothes my age mates wore

because all I saw were school uniforms

it would have been slightly better if we were Christians but we were not

so I didn't see any house clothes on my friends in church because I didn't go

I was always cooped up in the house.

at the end of the year

when we had parties in school

I never knew what fashion styles were trending

therefore I was always the worst dressed.

all of this severely messed with my self-esteem

I did not know how to talk in public

or defend my own neck

I did not even know there was a line

that divided flattery and sexual assault,

I was just happy that boys was still interested in me

despite how old fashioned I was.

I did not know when to be offended

when boys touched too much

too impudently

too soon

and too quickly.

thetoyosi

Omotoyosi Salami is a poet and writer living in Lagos, Nigeria. A lot of her writing is influenced by the various inequalities that exist in her country. She has been published in Vagabond City Lit, Constellate Lit, and Kalahari Review. If you do not find her reading a book, you will find her writing something in her phone's Notes app. She is on Twitter as @HM_Omotoyosi.

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