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)
She worries they won’t like her if she was to change
He worries she won’t like him, if he stays the same
They fail to see that they’re both similarly insane
And as they take off their masks
They realize there’s no room for shame
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee