At school I’m the outgoing kinda guy who sits all alone like a stump at the back of the classroom, because my mates call me a refugee; at home I’m what my ol’ man calls a coconut. I think I need the finger of God inside my mind.
Maketh Ajak is an Ipswich-based writer of poetry. He was born in South Sudan.
© Maketh Ajak
Overland 205-summer 2011, p. 77
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