Type
Poetry

I need the finger of God inside my mind

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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