Mad Mad Woman Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

Nostrils flare with invincible steam
My mind a rail track for derailing thoughts
If I could get my hands on you
I'd dent your face with a fist, no
I would squash you with a hand, no
I wouldn't
I'd still be boiling with anger like a steam engine
I be housing these feelings like unwanted guests
There'd be staying until they feel less welcome
When that time comes, I think there'd finally leave
But I'm not too sure