Portrait of Fear
She stands, erect, head partially
Turned to the painter, her eyes, shadowy,
Glazed with raging emotions that’re bubbly.
Her piercing hazel gaze is turned
Inward, wondering what kind
Of mother she’ll be, as she recalled
Her childhood history, where Impunity,
Disdain both pulverized confidence simply
Because, as a beautiful woman, Her cry
Against aggression and violence
Isn’t seemly, for her opinions aren’t a credence
In a society that idolizing patriarchy’s subservience
To powers of manipulation imposing
A narrative of their choosing
So they can propagate races racing
Against one another for powers,
As they use brainwashed creatures
To consolidate their needs under pressures
Of retaliation if they stray from the narration
They wish foreworded, and in compensation
For hurting others, is money’s abundant domination
Against humanity and its morality.
Her slumberous bedroom gaze is ably
Cognizant that her babe, still tiny in her belly,
Will need great guidance and diplomacy
To navigate a world where genocide is fully
Embraced by the elitists throwing their weight, heavily.
©️ Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms, including Amazon.com. It was on the finalist list for the Canadian Book Club Awards 2023.
https://www.amazon.ca/Perfectly-Flawed-poetry-Malak-Kalmoni/dp/1525582518
Poetry for Change 