Josephine M'Msafiri
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A Writer’s Domain
For as long as I could recall; I’ve always had an interest in writing poetry. Reading and writing however were never my forte—growing up; kids in school made it known to me that I was dumb for not knowing how to read or write and that I wouldn’t amount to anything. At a young age I would write in a journal; it became therapeutic for me to help subside my anxiety and inner pain. I was never good at expressing my feelings verbally as I had developed social anxiety due to the bullying. Over time I began to realize that the more mad—upset—or hurt I was it would reflect in my poetry. They would become more intense and heart wrenching.
By Josephine M'Msafiri5 years ago in Poets
Mama Africa
From the scourging heat of Africa to the struggles to survive, Mama Africa made the impossible POSSIBLE! Dear Mama Africa...you held me when I cried, carried me when I was weak, showed me right from wrong. When I gave up, you encouraged me with no hesitation. You cared for me, laughed with me danced with me and prayed with me.
By Josephine M'Msafiri5 years ago in Families
My World Faded Into Colour
I stepped away for a moment—I began reliving my past an innocent child hurting; from the pain she had sustained. The torturous words left her subconscious—as the wounds on her body pained. Her heart torn into pieces—her dignity pushed away. She stood alone each day—no love had come her way; she began to watch her morals completely drift away. For faith and hope all seemed so far away—She tried to pull it together; She tried to hide away. Away from all this torture—but it just wouldn’t go away. She lived it every day—despite the battles foreseen; she still managed to live. How much could she bare—this all seemed so unfair. The apprehension of her presents became so much more clear. She began to shed a tear. She feared to speak—for that’s what got her beat. She feared to be loved—cause loved is what she’s never been. My past broke me; tore my heart apart; mending it together was the hardest part ever. Today I fear rejection—I fear discrimination—I am just a girl trying to find a new direction. Thinking about how I can live life for today—when will all these memories go away. I just want to be happy everyday and not have to cry in silence as my body drifts away. I want to express my emotions and not feel so numb; maybe one day I will be able to overcome ; all that I have surfaced—in that cruel cruel place.
By Josephine M'Msafiri5 years ago in Poets
