And so the little girl was raped last night.

And so the little girl was raped last night. Incensed, we splashed our anger out on front pages of newspapers, campaigned our cruel sensibilities on the interweb. Point him out! Hashtag this if you care. Come join our army of the angry and the raped ,and the undead. We threw rape statistics in her face. Encouraged her to shout, 'I said no!'  but the seed had been planted. The monster turning her into a monster. The little girl was dying inside. Lets blame the teachers, the parents. The mother-fucken useless police. The little girl is still dying. She knows she said no,perhaps too afraid to. Doesn't even matter does it? She's still dying. You neglected,in your outrage, to tell her that it wasn't her fault. Forgot to empower with the skills to bury the mother-fucken rape before it buried her. She was still dying when we held meetings and poetry sessions to discuss the state of the nation.

Stop shaking your head in dismay. Wondering what the world is coming to.

Whisper it to her.Tell her that it's not her its not her fault.
Grab her by the shoulders and shake it into her. Tell her its not her fault and she doesn't deserve this.
Tell her not to be ashamed of the tears. Tell her that help wash the decay away.
Give her pen and tell her to fill every surface from the walls to the ceilings. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. IT'S NOT MY FAULT. 
Etch it into the inside of her eyelids so that when she closes her eyes to pray, or cry, or plead, she dare not forget. Its not my fault.