Pretend play

Salma Kilio Dhliwayo
Posted May 28, 2018 from Zimbabwe

The putrid stench of fermented beer clouds me.

I feel a presence over me making me tremble with fear.

The hot breath blowing on my face in a steady rhythm.

I count the seconds afraid to move.

Afraid to breathe lest i provoke him.

Maybe if i play dead today he will leave me.

A foolish prayer, but hope is all i have.

Maybe if i play dead today he will not touch me.

A foolish chant , but hope is all i have.

Maybe if i play dead today he will let me live another day.

A foolish wish for a child.

Owned and possessed to perform a dance as ancient as time.

My ragged child forgotten and replaced with a living one.

I do not understand,

The stabbing pain, but i endure it.

Maybe if i play dead today, i won't feel this reality

With my eyes closed i see no end, just darkness as i wait...

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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018

Hmm it it well. For how long shall we play dead?

Jill Langhus
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018

Hi Salma. Thanks for sharing your poignant poem. I do hope that it's based on a hypothetical scenario and not from personal experience?! If it's based on real experience, I'm sorry you had to endure this...

Karen QuiƱones-Axalan
Jun 01, 2018
Jun 01, 2018

Hello, Salma,

You have a way with words. Is this an expression of a personal experience? If so, I am so sorry if you went through it.

Please don't play dead next time. You can always fight back. Hugs.

Beth Lacey
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019

So sad

Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019

Sexual harrassment and rape has become an everyday thing for most people especially children who do not know how to defend themselves or help themselves. Even adults still find themselves in such situation. seriously it is getting worse by the day. how long will we feign dead for our predator to leave us alone. Lets all unite and add more voices to all these happenings. the more we shout, the predators are not given up. evil it seems have overtaken our world but hopes are not lost.

thank you for sharing your thoughts

Juliet Acom
Mar 05, 2019
Mar 05, 2019

This is sad....

Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019

This is so sad. Sorry, if it is a personal pain.