It’s your fault,
I told you first,
What happened that day.
You listened with glee.

I wasn’t to say,
But I expressed it all.
To which you say,
“It’s your fault.”

If he does it again,
You didn’t tell sooner.
When should I have said?
She was a Christian—
Where’s the humanity at?

“****** isn’t a sin,” she said.
What friend is that?
Is it really my fault?