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)
And I wish I can But my skin, my color, shows God’s plans I can never forget the wars you caused The “Oh lookout, might be a terrorist” thoughts Two buildings And MILLIONS of casualties of war One plane that begun it all . . Image Credit HERE Advertisements
Two Towers were destroyed 2,996 were killed 6000 were injured And many wars were started … Terrorist were reportedly Afghani So why War on Iraq? Why Millions had to die For a crime not committed? For life not lived? … Story goes Colors and religions Put us in the same box … Would you be…
Flat rooftops Candles in my hands Listening to counting crows Baghdad you don’t look like Baltimore Baghdad I don’t know you anymore But I’m still here On rooftops Counting buildings As they disappear . . Image Credit HERE
On top of the world We stood Or so we thought On the dorm’s rooftops We slept Explosions lit the sky No thunder to fear Just man’s lightening growing near In time to get a shuteye [That’s my Baghdad in 2007]
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
The rumbling of the house Soon after the explosion I turn the radio up And push it closer to her head She needs it more than I do But as the radio dies I can hear their cries And I wonder What did a 13 year old do To deserve this?
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…