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)
Experience at a clinic event for the homeless
They rush through the gates
Shelter, food, and safety away from all the hate
I stand with a white coat
Needle in hand
I am frozen by the words being said
She hasn’t had a bed for many years
And I’m supposed to ask if she has insurance.
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee
