Rori Panchan Poet Free verse

My fault?

Was it my fault? My fault that the wolf was stalking me as prey, walking my way, behind me? 

My fault so much that I was fined? 

As if what I was wearing signed ME, for this pain, for this rage barely contained? 

"What were you wearing?" They ask, but does that matter? 

The wrapper doesn't matter to the predator as long as they get to capture the prey, the food, soothing their moods. 

So was it really my fault for the crime that occurred? 

or because you'd rather blame the prey for the monster's mistake? 

for the crime scene on the streets? 

for the people talking while the wolf hides behind trees, waiting for his next prey.

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