I titled it SOUL. As I found out that soul means "A sense of ethnic pride among Black people and especially African Americans, expressed in areas such as language, social customs, religion, and music" from answer.com. It goes well with the picture.
Why do you look away from my stare?
do you unearth questions that scare
you/me? If they do I am not aware
why. That boy is all I have got now,
for loss of other, to God’s will I bowed
not knowing answers to why/what/how.
Much I have been through- strife, war,
maiming of mind, body, soul; hunger
too, unaware where one started, other
ended. With my misery, wretchedness
I live in my drab world where darkness
prevails. For power, persists lawlessness;
my lone motivation is my child-
I’ll ensure he is healthy, not reviled
as was done to me in this wild
jungle of humanity. Each of those years
I lost a kid, now I tread slow with fear;
nothing to save, leading a life of austere.
His future is in my hands, I can’t shirk that
I would go great lengths, no matter what.
Too long I accepted anything like a doormat.
Our world has no gray shades, it is either white,
black and bleak. Various colours- so very bright
you see is only in my shawl which I wrap tight
around me to save me from further disgrace
where you can look & write on my visage.
This is the longest poem I have ever written. It is as raw it can be, not properly edited as of now. I do not know if I will get around editing it.
Click image inspired.