Fezile Msomi

My Confidence

The acceptance of neglection
Repeatedly having to accept being made that “thing”
Placed like bubblegum on the edge of the sidewalk
I had the passion to talk, but words swallowed by shallow confidence
Afraid to be me
Afraid to be stoned or have to hear the heart sore pain of being compared to someone else
Again I continuously heard him, him, him
And it echoed through my hope of being seen as human as “HE” is
But then I continuously heard how “SHE”

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