“What’s a monoglot” you ask. “I am a monoglot. Most people I know are not.” I say “So what are they if not?” you ask. “They are polyglots that’s what” I say. “Lemn means why.” I say. “What?” you ask. “Why” I say. “Why would you be called Why” you ask. “There lies a story.” I say “What story.” you say “Every time my mother says my name she actually asks a question” I say. “are there any answers” you say. “Not as such but if I spoke here language maybe there’d be a way.” I say. “Then you’d be a polyglot” you say. “you knew” I say. “Yes”. This is a test post for my new blog site.
Lemn Sissay
The world of Lemn Sissay
Lemn Inspired
Pronounced to carry
A question everytime
Another word sneeked up to
Build boulders that reconciled
Sharp with style
In every Y there is you
Lemn Lemn
A prayer whispered
Filled with hope
Heart stretched out in hand
In every Y there is You
But also Her and Him
Lemn revived a language
When softly uttered
Each soaring vowel
Became a promise
a stair way to the
Land where every breath
Was Fire the
Polygots listened and admired
Before them was a man
With a heart that rhymed
A billion languages
Lemn Lemn inspired
Thank you Semira !