Set her on fire [#allblackwithadoek]



Set her on fire
and cast lots
for how loud her 
voice should ring.

Set her on fire
and ask the kink 
in her hair why
it holds on so tight.

Set her on fire
and compare the contempt 
in her eyes with your
shattering humour.

Set her on fire
and watch as her spit
comes alight and her
tongue fans the flames. 

Set her on fire
and hear her laugh
harmonise with each
flickering tail. 

Set her on fire
and don't expect 
her to rise - she is 
not a phoenix. 

Set her on fire
and watch her call 
her children and grandchildren
over to learn how to burn.

Set her on fire
and ask the fire 
why it wraps... up her
thighs and cups her breasts. 

Set her on fire
and keep showering her
with your words and 
battering her with your fists. 

Set her on fire!
Set her on fire!
Set her on fire!
Set her on fire!
Remember to never look
away, or you'll miss 
the part where she calls
the fire 'HOME.'
When she twirls and 
says: "Look, I am hot!
This fire has left me
parched... I've been singing
young girls' songs.
I am cured, the fire's
quenched. Let her burn
again."

Set her on fire
and serve her blood
that is all she wants 
of you. 

- In honour of Winnie Madikizela-Mandela (1936-2018)
[An excerpt from "My Tongue. My Noose." by Kat Kai Kol-Kes (2018)]

Of all the things in life I need, This I Knead.

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