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 were barefooted Running after the tanks Men dressed the color of desert Staring at the foreigner’s hands Children waving Glorious day When they believed what the soldiers had to say Freedom I long to know Freedom they told me so . . Image Credit HERE Advertisements
Brother my chains are heavy Sister, give them to me
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…
Tomorrow comes Disguised as Today And so I never know when to start What I promised Tomorrow
Maybe it was the lack of throne that made him uneasy He sat on an elevated chair Screaming at his subjects Feed me Alas the king was a child
Wandering soul Where do you wish to go Who of all Told you that you can do so? Freedom is for fools And so you chose to be free Cut these ties away from me
My pieces that gathered to make me Often say Help us to help you through another day … Never give up!