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 know this is a Black and White battle
And Brown is not in between
Maybe it is a color that your lens has not seen
But imagine for a moment or two
That it was you
Imagine being born to such a bad circumstance
That being caught in a boarder provides a better chance
Have you earned that ground you call home?
Or were you, just like them, just born?
Poet, making sense of war, humanity, love and greed. Trying to find the magic in ordinary things.
I am Zee