“A letter to my 13 year old self” by Zayd Fredericks

Guest Post: Zayd Fredericks

Revert to Islam – 33 year-old aspiring poet, living in Grassy Park (Cape Town) full time recruitment officer at Nedbank. Born in a very strict Catholic family and at the age of 13, lost both parents in a car accident. He uses his poetry as a way to get rid off all the challenges he had growing up.

“You’re angry, I know this

The world couldn’t care less

You’re lonely, I feel this

And you wish you were the best

No teachers or guidance

And you always walk alone

You’re crying at night when nobody else is home

Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you, my boy

I promise you that things won’t always be this bad

There are so many things I want to share with you

You’re the boy I used to be

The little, heartbroken 13 year old me

You’re smiling, but you’re hiding

Oh my word, I know that trick so well

You forget that I’ve been you

And now I’m just the shell I promise

I’ll love you

Everything will work out fine

Don’t try to grow up yet

Just give it some time

The pain you feel is real

You’re not asleep but it’s a nightmare

But you can wake up anytime

Don’t lose that passion or the fighter that’s inside of you

You’re the boy I used to be

The pissed off, complicated 13 year old me

Until we meet again, my boy, I wish you well”

Let me know your thoughts? Give Zayd some feedback? Thanks for reading!

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