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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: The Inner Person (09/09/10)

TITLE: Child Bride
By stanley Bednarz
09/12/10


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There is a day I should not forget.
A prophet's lust and my own dread
The day the kid inside me died.
The day I was claimed a child bride.

They dressed me in a white cocoon.
They made me walk the plank to soon.
The organ shook the clapboard floor.
I had to die inside, to feel no more.

My heart was gone, but he had my lips.
"They taste like rubber," he said with spit.
He whispered in my ear, and promised it
"I will have you like candy, just wait you twit."

Everyone smiled with fisted praise.
They hugged each other, eyes all glazed.
My mother and father sat idly by.
They watched the child inside me die.


My sisters all watched wearing bonnets and braids.
They looked despondent and noticeably grave.
Perhaps they saw their future on display?
A prophet who marries in order to rape?


We left in his carriage as all the clan waved.
Behind them was the sunset over a hill in a haze.
Across the river the horses trotted along.
But freedom inside me cried like a song.

With one last reflection from his evil eye,
I broke from the door into a swirling tide.
He screamed and cursed, but what else could he do?
Before he knew it, I skirted from view.

Indeed, it was a day I should not forget.
From deep inside, the woman in me found true grit.


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Lillian Rhoades 09/16/10
Sad commentary on what takes place in too many nations around the world. If this is a true story, glad for the happy ending.
Lizzy Ainsworth09/16/10
Very cleverly written and interesting
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 09/17/10
Wow this is so intense. My heart breaks for that little girl inside. I noticed in the first line you used to instead of too but after that I was so taken in by the emotions it didn't matter. Great poem!
Theresa Santy 09/17/10
Very powerful. I was deeply moved. And thank you, for lifting me up with that perfect ending!
Gregory Kane09/18/10
This is certainly an issue affecting many people in the world today. Just recently here in Mozambique we had to deal with a fourteen-year-old girl whom the family wanted to marry off. I suspect that with the line about bonnets and braids you picture a US or European location. I think it would have been helpful to develop the actual setting a little more clearly.
Christina Banks 09/21/10
Too sad that this happens to innocent girls. Most of them don't have the chance to escape their intended fate. I'm glad that your MC did.