Consumed Poem by Maliba Ramatlhape

I am consumed by the fire of anger that boils deep down inside of me, by the power of the hatred building up and raging in my belly. For I have been violated, I gave him my trust, and he betrayed it, taking my innocence, defiling me forever.


I am consumed by the waves of despair and distress that crash against me, eroding the innermost parts of me, I am destabilised by the winds of disbelief and shock that blow away my self-worth and my pride. Something inside of me is hoping it is all a bad dream, but the tears on my face confirm the contrary.


I am consumed by the questions that haunt my mind refusing to let me sleep, by the self-blame, for my naivety and unconditional trust. Did I invite this attack, was it my clothes, my walk or even my smile? Or was I a victim of a sick twisted mind that didn't need any provocation?


I am consumed by thoughts of revenge as I lie on the hospital bed, as my black and blue bruises remind me of my pride that was taken away, the pains in my body fueling fantasies of the fury of my community, marching to his shack, with petrol, a tyre and matches. With tears in my eyes I watch victoriously as the fire consumes him.


Tlholohelo Ramatlhape
November 2016