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)
My life was a journey that seemed too far-fetched
Born in Iraq I witnessed too many wars and a dictator’s death
As I walked to school, the wild dogs protected me
As I walked to college, the solider’s tanks surrounded me
Blood in my streets, or streets that were mine once
I now try to find the magic between the cracks in the concrete
And the happiness that I can create
If you’re reading this, I thank you for your curiosity.