Bohlale Matete

Letter to the girl I used to be . The girl I used to be, consumed by pain. They called you crazy and you started believing it, Turned to a bottle, alcohol, intoxicated now you can tell everyone to fuck off, cry, speak of your pain and say you were drunk the next morning Loud music, alcohol, half dressed you fit right in but your mistake was that you let them define you, You didn't tell them your mother named you Matete which means miracle, you were too weak, you didn't live by your name because you let me label you, call you names I am sorry I let them define you You are funny, stubborn, beautiful, very kind and don't let anyone take that from you❤