Tis my fault.

You have read about it for a thousand times.

Heard the shout over a million times.

Mourned over it whenever the news was out.

But never fought against it when it happened infront of you?

Bystanders, double standards, you told me it was my fault, always, no matter what the circumstance was.

You told me it was me not him, modern or customary.

I believed you for a long time.

I was molested but it was my fault, afterall clothes or no clothes, does it matter to a beast? 

I was molested amongst you all, my nation mates, my national family, but it was my fault that I considered a woman a part of the national family.

I was raped by my uncle, oh but it is my fault, I was up till late to complete the assignment.

I was raped by my husband but again I am at fault, because after marriage husbands can force me to do anything after all. 

I was touched, squeezed, pinched, and have been done everything that brought tremor down my spine but I take all the blame, all of it. 

Afterall, who can blame the zombie eating brains, beasts grooping waists, the demons raping and the society where we live. 

But we can shoot down the beasts, the demons, clean the society but clearly I've made peace with the blame game; since you ain't changing I can.

You can't kill the zombies, so I'll kill my consent.

You blamed me and I take it all, but you do too, when 'me' becomes 'she' of your family, friends, or maybe, never mind it'll haunt you like me, so let's just leave.