ANTOA POETRY: Why Our Palms Are Flat

ANTOA POETRY: Why Our Palms Are Flat

Why Our Palms Are Flat

Our palms are flat,

So money could slide

Onto another man’s hand.

Grandma once told me

That all the money on

Earth belongs to no man.

That all the money on

Earth belongs to no land.

It’s your sweat,

But not your money.

She said:

“Your palms are flat,

So money could slide

Onto another man’s hand.”

I couldn’t have argued with her.

Growing up,

I’ve seen money sliding

From men’s palm into a homeless

Man’s plate.

She said:

“If your palms are deep,

Deep enough that it could

Swallow every coin like a pig,

Then it wouldn’t be able to slide.”

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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