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<h3>Poem by <span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">Chavani Ripfumelo Constacia</span></h3>
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<p>They spread the myths<br>And announced my madness<br>For they assumed they knew it all..<br>They went further…<br>And verify my passing time.</p>
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<p>I was in my cottage closet<br>In pain, extremely damaged,<br>I was blurting,<br>For i couldn’t withstand the sufferings.<br>It was way to hard to bear.</p>
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<p>But i testify!<br>My conditions wasn’t a madness.<br>My grief wasn’t there to punishment me to death,<br>My moan wasn’t a sign of insanity,<br>For i was just in discomfort.<br>And i needed solacing words.</p>
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<p>It wasn’t long when my hardship expired,<br>For quiet a long time,<br>I vacated my cottage corner and headed for a fresh air…<br>All eyes rolling glancing at me.<br>With curiosity of how i survived the hardship,<br>For their confirmed duration didn’t work as calculated…<br>Because i conquered<br>And i survived in all odd.</p>
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