Few of my million daily thoughts, stories, and poems survive the battles in my head and make it to this blog.
Help me give them a louder voice.
(All poems are written by me, you can call me Zee)
Take me out of this box you made for me!
“You don’t look like a terrorist” she says to me.
As I take a sip of my drink, I smile, for she thought she complimented me.
I get lost in the ignorance… or maybe it’s innocence that puts me in such a box.
Should I change my name? Maybe dye my hair blond just so you can relate to me?
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee