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 not black nor white
Somewhere in between
And the grey is no color for a human being
Yet I feel you, him, her…
I feel what you can and can not become
And I wonder if humans saw in black and white lenses
Would it matter much to anyone
The golden color I carry
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Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee