ANTOA POETRY: WATER UNDER A STONE

I know your eyeballs, 

Can hold water like coconut. 

I know no one laughs at you, 

When an onion beats you to tears. 

I know everyone laughs at you, 

When a girl puts you to the ground. 

I know if I shake your head; 

I’ll hear the sound of tears in those eyeballs. 

I know your eyeballs have no holes, 

But I know they can sieve pain into tears. 

I know if every child leaves the playing ground, you’ll burst into tears 

Like a waterfall from a rock. 

I know you can be as wet, 

As a pebble under the sea. 

I know you’ve been standing 

A long time ago, like China’s wall Protecting your ego. 

I know you crack inside, 

But cover the wounds with cement. 

I know your eyeballs have no holes, 

But I know they can sieve pain into tears, Like a rock crying without shame 

When the rain comes whipping.  

And boy, if the world stole 

Your ability to weep, dig deep,

There’s water under the stone.

By Elijah Christopher

Elijah Christopher
Elijah Christopher is a journalist at A New Touch Of Africa, is also a creative writer, a poet, and an IT enthusiast. He contributed to the collaborative poem written in celebration of Edwin Morgan Centenary, the first Glasgow poet laureate and Scottish national poet from the University of Glasgow. He loves meeting people and learning about new places, cultures, events, and lifestyles.

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