It’s Our Fault
It’s my fault.
It’s my fault for wearing that short red skirt.
I shouldn’t have gone to my friends place,
It’s my fault that I stayed even when she wasn’t home.
It’s my fault that I didn’t go where I was sent.
I stayed behind even after he shut the doors.
It’s my fault that at age 9, I trusted my best friend’s brother.
I should have turned around immediately and gone home.
It’s my fault for going to the markets with my breasts.
I should have left them at home with the rest of my parts.
It’s my fault my hair was properly styled,
I shouldn’t have done more to be appealing.
It’s my fault I got in before him.
He looked like my grandpa so I trusted him.
It’s my fault for not stopping the vehicle,
I allowed this happen, I should have said something.
It’s her fault for having a father.
She could have found a way to kill him before she became desirable,
If only that wasn’t happening from day one;
Before she even knew how to smile.
It’s her fault for going to his house.
He claimed to love her but still,
She should have stayed home.
Practice Shakespearean love but look at her, a whore.
It’s our fault
For having a vagina,
For allowing our breasts grow the way they should have.
It’s our faults for arousing you.
So I guess, you’re right.
© Amy’s Artistry
I’m sure you already know where this post is headed and I doubt there’s anything I can say now that hasn’t already been said but I can’t say anything else. I want to write about something else, something that has nothing to do with the increasing number of rape cases in this country, the increasing number of apologists and victim shamers. Just about anything will do but I’ve come up short.
It looks like my pen cannot bleed anything but hurt and grief for the lives lost and sanity snatched but I do not get why it seems so many other people are no affected. I thank God for the friends I have else I would have lost my mind. The way so many people are not at all affected by what’s happening is just… I don’t even know. So many people making me feel crazy for being affected by this. Which sane person isn’t? How can you be calm and Ok with all this happening? I just want to know how because you being so calm is frustrating.
Your Lack Of Outrage is Outrageous
And if you don’t get that by now, lol I don’t even have words. Like I said, there’s nothing to be said that hasn’t been said. I’m so drained and exhausted, I need a break. For those of us who this is affecting, I plead that you take a break. Tend to your wounds. Tomorrow we’ll pick up the guns and fight again but for today, rest.
Take care of your sanity, protect your space. Feel free to mute and block apologists. Refuse to be gaslighted by anyone and trust me people will try.
What you should never ever do is allow yourself to be silenced because then they win and we cannot let them win.
I apologize for the exhaustion you’re feeling, I’m so sorry that you are so tired and feel so unsafe. Hopefully it gets better soon, but that can’t happen with you and me. Your voice, my voice, our voice.
Before you leave, I ask that you take the time out to sign this petition to end sexual violence. Please add your voice to this fight 🙏. Thank you. http://chng.it/65x5gqYN
Also, let’s try to do this just like I have at the top of my post and share on our platforms. It’ll really go a long way so please lend your voice.
Till next time then. Stay safe, stay sane and stay healthy. I love you guys.