I (Me) Poem by Keith Anastase KAMOSSO

What's the day is today?
What is the month that we are in?
And which year or what planet are we on?
Who are these people around here?
Why is everyone turned around to look at me?

I'm no messiah to anyone's world
I'm nothing but bones and air in the bag that you call the fresh
Combined both it gave out this figure you see
I bleed red, cry tears break like cheese
I am nobody but just a man with a pen in hands, a paper and a mind