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)
I am jealous of the screaming child
At the DMV line
His voice matching our frustration
And his anger is much like mine
But the years taught me to hide it
So I hide who I am
And he wonders why I fake it
When I was schooled to lie
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee