RASTAFARI WOMAN

[rasashkar]

Like the chalky clouds moving along the cyanic sky
She moves with captivating grace;
Like marijuana which makes one high
And enliven a lethargic race,
Like the sun shining in its glory
On which men look and laud,
So is this woman in her beauty
She wearest certainly no facade.
In her chastity as in her beauty she is one and the same
Not chastity wanting where beauty abounds
So no unblest tongue cannot blot her honoured name
Though envy might try with envious sounds.
When such glory is seen in these troubled days
It is not time to curse but time to praise.