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)
They told me to start over But I’ve only begun They said to change my course That I am not the one Yet I stand High above the ground I stand and I will not back down . . Image credit HERE Advertisements
There’s so much more to you than you know
A memory that’s not yet old Her, laying on my dorm room bed Fever filling her head Gun shots sounding closer and closer Baghdad, what have we done? I kiss her forehead, cover her with my blankets Sister, what have we done? I told her I have to step outside But she couldn’t hear me…
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…
Welcome back, they said As I was born Eyes refusing to open Mouth protesting existence -Another life time to live? Another lesson to learn? I have lived too many lives to count Yet I am still being reborn For a lesson I refused to learn
There it goes Hiding behind logic and what it knows An idea that’s not fully formed The thought changes and grows Quietly lurking in a corner of my brain Not ready to scream out its name
Without a passport I travel To lands of my own To a world that does not require A paper or a big loan