I’m not known to be disagreeable

But this I must confess
If you dishonor me
I have daggers in my dress 
 
These words are my daggers
So, boys take heed! 
I’m a prickly woman
Don’t make an object out of me  – 
 
Did you not hear me? 
Did you not understand? 
 
It shouldn’t have taken me 
Slapping you three times 
Each time –
With 
Greater 
Force
For you to –
Stop 
Touching 
My 
Breast 
 
There was never an invitation
I think you mistook my politeness
For something
It most certainly was not
I don’t care about how many beers you had
Or if I looked “really hot”
I don’t care that you were friends
With my boyfriend
How does that give you license? 
And why did my words cease after you did this? 
For years, all I carried was 
 
Silence 
 
I wish I would have told someone 
I know I’m not the only one 
 
And for some –
Metaphors are not 
Poems are not
The word “NO!” is not
Or
A slap (or three) in the face is not 
 
ENOUGH!