A PEN HANDLER'S CLOCK By The Northside Authors

A PEN HANDLER'S CLOCK!

Tick tock!

As the moon leaves the stage for the sun,

I stood on my back, with many thoughts.

Tick tock!

I moved to my inner sanctum to weave letters.

There, I poured all of it, indefinably large.

Tick tock!

I took a sip from my fresh tea that slept in a mug,

Ah! It made an intense flow of thoughts take over.

Tick tock!

I read through my weavings in cycles.

All checks, checked. I felt I was doing good.

Tick tock!

But after the multiple cycles,

I had Very little an idea on what I was writing.

Tick tock!

Afraid. 'Will this piece lighten my reader's mind?'

'No'. 'Alright, I'll write again'. I told myself.

Tick tock!

I began Scribbling jumbled letters called words.

But with a smooth flow like a stream with direction.

Tick tock!

I began to feel the harmony in these new words.

I Paid attention to getting attention and also make a meaning.

Tick tock!

Ah! With a sip from the glass of wine before me,

I inhaled deeply as I flipped through these stream of words.

Tick tock!

O yes! (With Joy in my heart) 'My ink has done well,

it's time to put forward.' I said to myself.

Tick tock!

I crosschecked the work. Without fear this time.

Checking to see if I'd retouch or alter any word.

Tick tock!

It's time to tell the public of my new work...

I hope they feel what I felt writing this.

This cycle never ends for a writer, it's what would be faced. Enjoy it!

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I Am A Child Not A Bride By Chinyere Lizzy Henry

He came in hitting side by side.

He walked towards me.

He asked me if I'm ready to be a woman 

I said I'm still a child.

He looked at me again with his eyes burning red.

He asked me again "are you ready to be a woman?"

I said I'm still a child

He looked at me and turned back, he went to the kitchen and came back and he asked again,

"Are you ready to be a woman?"

I told him am just 7 years old

He asked me "who is tall between I and him"

I said it's him

He came close to me looking into my eyes

He touched my "breast"

He took off my "pant"

He got on top of the bed.

The smell of beer coxing from his mouth was strong,

My back was against the hard cupboard.

I held my breast and covered with my knees 

I tried to free myself but I couldn't overcome him

He slapped me and told me to cooperate.

Age 7, I was victim of rape.

He said if I ever tell someone about it, 

He'll hurt me everyday for my life,

"Judge that man is my uncle and that man is the man who raped me.

I'm a child, not a bride I cried out!!!!