From "Unsolicited Advice To Adolescent Girls With Crooked Teeth And Pink Hair" By Jeanann Verlee*
"When a girl with thick black curls who smells like bubble gum stops you in a stairwell to ask if you're a boy, explain that you keep your hair short so she won't have anything to grab when you head-**** her...
Then, head-**** her."
Found this poem again, and honestly this line is the best thing I can't relate to. I mean, I used to have short hair.
