Edmond-Aimé Kabushemeye Nkinzo

I was eleven when I realized that a different perspective and a failing memory could lead me astray.

I took it upon myself to keep a record of my beliefs, my growth and my mindstate.

I am still unsure of what it is that I do but I now categorize it under the blurry umbrella of poetry; it's the easiest way to put it.

Poetry became to me a way of honing language,

with words that may be my greatest weapons yet.

I write almost everyday and everywhere.

I wrote hundreds of poems and even more snippets that I never finalized into poems.

I wrote for fun, for love, with anger, embraced by sadness and sometimes just as a lyrical exercise.

My poems are simply stories that I know I will enjoy reading many times over.

I express myself in more than one language.

I expect the reader to dismiss what they cannot understand as though I had left blank pages or abstract drawings

made of letters a bit here and there. The thing is that even in the language one speaks we can manage to still be misunderstood so I don't worry about it; and one can always learn a language or find a translation.

I figured that as odd as I may consider myself there are those who would enjoy some of it, so I decided to share.

I don't expect to be understood or deeply touch everyone but if I can awaken or stir something in a single soul that will be my reward.

It doesn't matter what my poetry yields financially or the recognition I end up getting.

I choose to disregard those in disbelief. I will keep writing because I simply feel like it.

I am actively listening for two things by putting my voice out there:

Echoes that reveal boundaries and resonance that reveals room for growth.