A Devil And An Angel Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

To be accused sometimes is to be convicted. When the mob finds your name on the list of those against whom formal complaints had been filed, they come for your blood. It matters not what the merits of the case were, or how the process concluded. You are the scum of the earth. But if men are trash and women are saintly, each by virtue of their endowment of gender and sex, then how can we ever defeat the patriarchy and its toxic masculinity? It should not be about us vs. them. We should convict toxic behavior, not condemn people simply for being men.