Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Rookie (25-11-1987 / RWANDA, GISENYI)

Biography of Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

Keith Anastase KAMOSSO poet

I’m no messiah to anyone’s world. I’m nothing but bones and air in the bag that you call 'Fresh'; Combined both together it gave out this figure you see. I bleed red, cry tears, break like cracked cheese, I am nobody but just a man with a pen in hands, a paper and a mind to think. Poetry is a life, a friend and a lover.

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The Broken-Hearted Man

She was my first
She was my flirting star
She brighten my days
Shortly, she darken my life
Shorty was her name

Remember all things we wanted
Remember all dreams we haunted
Remind wasn’t supposed to be her the way

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