Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek
with men pretending they're police. I love to play
hide and seek. Don't you too?
We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and
I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over
both our mouths. I and my
mama sit together quietly but I
am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my
Mama why? No reply.
Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice.
He sounded very angry and he asked me where
we are hid. Then I jumped,
yelled at him: peekaboo!
Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news,
hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo
of the front-man; my miserable life made by him
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 5:57 PM UTC
Mama told me we're just playing hide and seek
with men pretending they're police. I love to play
hide and seek. Don't you too?
We are hiding in my neighbour's closet and
I'm giggling. My mama holds her hand over
both our mouths. I and my
mama sit together quietly but I
am hearing grown-ups yell outside. I ask my
Mama why? No reply.
Then I heard a man and mama's face was ice.
He sounded very angry and he asked me where
we are hid. Then I jumped,
yelled at him: peekaboo!
Now it's my story – and others – you read on the news,
hidden by the oversaturated, gold photo
of the front-man; my miserable life made by him
Based loosely on a story I heard from a friend in the US
