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)
Not much difference between you and I Branches bare Extended to the sky Feeling the leaves falling Insanity calling And our heads remain high We’re not different, you and I Our roots extended beyond our view And we are judged by where we were planted Not by what we do We bare fruits that offend…
“He’s… He’s like grandma’s chicken”