Up set the treadmill,
The voices giving a threat;
Forbidden but yet done.
Crying orphan’s voices in air;
Craving the fruit hoping for the rare seed.
Finding the treasure without measures,
Lives can’t measure that treasure.

Weep the population without sparring,
Causing the damage beyond bearing.
Black sheet falling on the third party,
Blank sheet covering the devastated area.
No, no more standing for our destroyal.
Yes, yes we can stop that treadmill,
And run on actual ground for our development.

Bera Marie Iphigenie is a girl born in 2001 in northern part of Rwanda. She discovered her writing talent when she had been writing and reciting poems to her colleagues in her free times. She is aimed at preserving this gift for world to be the better place motivating young ones to develop their talents thus playing well in society.

yours faithfully,
BERA Marie Iphigenie

The tackiness on the dash board
melted further under the three o’clock sun.
We drove for hours and hours
relaying our plans and racing with time.
Like the motion of a wind gust,
another car imprinted itself into my side
and the Hawaiian bobble head went flying.
In an instant,
there was a green hue at the corner of my eye.
and grass met my face.

Britney Allen has been published in Canvas Literary Magazine, Skipping Stones Magazine, Young American Poetry Digest Anthology, Creative Communications Poetry Anthology, Poetry Matters, Hypernova Lit, Orange Island Arts Foundation, The Poetry Society of Virginia first place prize for the Jenkins Prize, and several of her short poems have been published in cupcakes at the Bunnie Cakes bakery. She has also received two honorable mention awards and five silver keys in the Scholastics Art and Writing Awards.