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Fault

  • Writer: The Crayetive
    The Crayetive
  • Jan 27, 2019
  • 1 min read

Updated: Mar 3, 2019



I am afraid

Constantly afraid

afraid of my skin

my body

the way it grew

the way it blossomed

I am afraid

I am constantly watching

Hiding

Covering

I am silent

I know no freedom

I know no voice

I could only know how to cover

To stay away from dark alleys

To never drink

to never be alone

And I listened

I covered

I hid myself

I hated what I am

My skin

My body

My gender

But I could follow all these rules

And still end up powerless

Because my body is not my own

It is your entertainment

Your lust

Your vice

Your slave

And It does not matter

In my skirt

In my pants

In the night

Or in broad daylight

I will never be a victim

In muffled cries

Self hatred

And disgust


You will tell me it’s my fault


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