ZAYD FREDERICKS - POEMS

Zayd is a poet from Cape Town, South Africa.
He is a physically disabled financial advisor in a bank who has been writing since 15 years old.
His writes about his own life experience.

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                                The Comeback Kid


​To be honest, I don't really sleep well
Half of the population is waiting to see me fail
They are better off trying to freeze hell
Like two bulls going head on
Every time I fall
It only makes my chin strong
Until the referee rings the bell
Until my puffy eyes start to swell
Until I hit the ground
I hear the crowd yell
"Here comes the comeback kid"
Give me scars
Give me pain
I will continue to rise again
If you have the ability to last thirty rounds
There's no reason to have your head down
Like a Phoenix, I will rise from the ash
And now I'm yelling, "Kiss my ass"
A couple of left hooks and a few right jabs
To realise you really don't have it so bad
If you fall, pick yourself up off the floor
And if your spirit can't take no more
Just remember what you came here for
To show others that you are the comeback kid

                                      The Call


I'm waiting for your call
It's like, you're the swing set and I'm the kid that falls
It's like, the way we fight
Sometimes we cry
We come to blows
And every night the passion is there
So it has to be right
I don't believe you when you say don't come around here no more
I won't remind you, you said we would never be apart
I don't believe you when you say you don't need me anymore
I won't pretend to not love you anymore
So don't pretend to not love me at all
I'm still waiting for your call
It's like, one of those bad dreams when you can't wake up
Looks like you've given up, you've had enough
But I want more, I won't stop
Because I know eventually you'll come to your senses
I'll stand by the phone and wait for your call
Don't just stand there and watch me fall



                                     Split Personality


I do not trust
So I cannot love
I would not dare to open up
I am introverted, so I hate the bus
Tell me what do you see when you look at me?
Do you see my many personalities?
Can you help me?
Does anybody hear me?
Can they even see me?
This is my reality
I'll say it again
I'm my only friend
Sometimes I question my existence
But I know this is not the end
Why can't I just reach up and touch the sky?
Why can't I spread my arms and just fly?
Why can't I say this?
Why can't I do that?
What is it that you want from me?
Tell me how to act
So I'm putting it all on the table
You don't know me well enough to label
You say I'm sick and I make a noise
When you break it down
I'm just two boys
Trying to blend
Trying to vibe
Trying to live just one life
Everyone suffers from insanity
I have a split personality