In The Car Park At The Mayville Mall Poem by Gert Strydom

On a Sunday morning
I went to the Mayville Hyperama
to buy food for the dogs.

I cross the street
and are almost on the sidewalk
when a small blonde mare
drives past in a new silver Audi
and hangs out of the window
swearing me out of the road

while she throws vulgar signs
and on her side of the road it's open,
the woman is pretty and blonde
with two teenage children in the car with her

and I restrain myself and see her parking,
how she opens her car's door
against a new blue BMW,
does scrape the paint from that car
and when a black man to whom the car belongs
have an argument with her,

she lets loose and slaps him that his ears do sing,
he looses control and that man is big
and he does slap her with one hand from her feet

that she does crawl on her knees,
that her nose does bleed like a river
and I want to hit the black man
but do restrain myself

and the black man notices me, ignores her
and in a hurry he does walk away
but when I get near to her she cries and says:
"please do help me"
and I wonder who has taught her English?