Culprit

I remember that day very clearly,
I remember the forced touch,
I remember how fast my heart was beating,
I remember the numbness on my thighs.
I remember my mouth gluing up,
I still remember being the victim.

I tried to speak up,
but no it was my all my fault.
It was my clothes that were too short.
That’s what they keep telling me,
that it’s all on me.

So I let you go on and live your life,
and I sit and suffer like how you should have,
How fortunate you are that this society labelled me the "culprit."

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