It was bright pink
Neat, crochet, pink
Something almost from
an antique, second-hand shop
“Abuse, women abuse!!” you shouted
No teeth, that’s what you shouted
to the man who tried to greet you,
“Abuse! Abuse!”
“Madam, madam, kan jy nie asseblief…
Vir my help nie…?”
Went into the shop,
And there you stood
Hidden carefully, discreetly behind a car –
Dirty plastic bag containing your menial, earthly
Possessions…
I gave what I could…
Then silently, very silently you whispered…dankie!