Poemic Taboo

By Lamin Drammeh

Taking poetry to a whole new level with some very powerful words. A book of poetry with poems that are sophisticated with unspoken words. A courageous art of writing that spoke of things many would rather not talk about, from (Part one, The man) talking about anxiety, depression, fear... of the author to (Part tow, The man and the State) talking about sovereignty, politics, bad governance... and how these play role in the conditions in which the author is in.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Sep 24, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716558795

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Lamin Drammeh

Poemic Taboo

Part One

The Man

COGNITIVE KAMIKAZE

Here. Trapped in needle holes

as breathing becomes a hustle

Here. Tickling my anxiety,

trying to babysit my thoughts

in this cruel cage of a naked page

Here. Trying to be authentic

in this corpse of my missing pieces,

waiting for their autopsy

Here. Trying to be harder on myself

through self-bully so I can move on

with my burden to the finish line

of a new beginning

Here. Strangling my patience

with a rapid pace as my pieces yell,

yearning to be in peace

Here. On this warship, worshipping

my anxiety and loneliness

Hope deflating, despair taking over

the soul of the sage in me

Here. Ages of empty pages

of gazing sages with zero wages

self-grazing on thoughts through

choking bars of philosophical barnyards

Here. Stripping off my mindset

so my consciousness can sneak itself

into new pages of toxic thoughts

snaking through scorching scripts

from Socrates to Jean Genet

Here. Trying to erase my phobia,

using broken bone powders

of Plato, Kant and Averroes

blend with ancient nicotine

from Egyptian mummies

Here. Still trapped in needle holes

in a world of falling skies, of rape,

of war, of apocalyptic fires,

of bleeding oceans, of paedophilia,

of violent gunshots, of racism

Here. Still questioning my sanity

dating the universe with

its stars and scars, flare of fear,

fair enough am drowning in despair

Here. It's a gene of generations

of genocide and holocaust

fairness is dead and skeletoned

The theory of justice and Rawls

are just a premature insulin

of selective insomnia and dementia

Here. Still I communicate with

my spiritual DNA, while UNHCR

and Human Rights Watch keep playing

ping pong with refugee brains

you still are questioning my sanity?

FIGHTING FOR MY PLATE

Life is short, time is running out

Mama's ark is too old to fill my