A Poem

By Bontle Mpete

If anyone wakes up at a time like this
would it be like the first time.
Coming in through the warmth
head first
landing into violence.
We’ve been made to scream our whole lives.

You’re held within her warm arms now.
If anyone woke up here
they would not be afraid to go to sleep.
Your eyes close first.
then his
landing you into a thoughtless peace.
Even in our dreams,
we’ve come to find that the screaming can be just as loud.

Place your hands over your mouth.
Now is not the time.
Shhh shhh shhh
The night sky becomes warm in the morning.