It Is My Fault

I’m not supposed to fear men.

I shouldn’t be wearing black lacy underwear, it is my fault.

I can’t powder my nose with too much makeup, it is my fault.

Speaking in a higher tone around guys, it is my fault.

Drinking one shot of whiskey, it is my fault.

 

I should be responsible for my actions, this is my fault.

I should be more conservative, this is my fault.

I should have talked about this sooner, this is my fault.

I shouldn’t have gone to the bar, this is my fault.

 

Rape culture wants us to believe this.

It is a lie.

The largest lie women will tell themselves every night.

This is my fault, but the truth is opposite, it is his fault.

 

I’m supposed to fear men, or I could be raped.

My black lacy underwear was too irresistible, it is his fault.

He overly enjoyed the canvas of my face, it is his fault.

My voice was too attractive, it is his fault.

That shot of whiskey was his moment to drug me, it is his fault.

 

I shouldn’t be responsible; the rapist is responsible.

I can’t wear what I want because of him; the rapist is responsible.

I didn’t know how to react, I was scared, the rapist is responsible.

I can’t go to the bar without the fear of being touched, the rapist is responsible.

 

The rapist is responsible for it all, not you.