Women are the healing of the nation; an elderly Rastafarian deacon instilled that mindset in me,
But somewhere on my exploration to discover happiness I strayed from those teachings of the alpha omega and the high priests,
Only you can define who you are, not appealing physiques and cute faces,
I love and respect every race but this poem is specifically dedicated to my African sisters but please don't think that I'm being racist,
Just that they've been though a lot; they came a long way since slavery but most black women are still being held captive mentally and as a black man it is my duty to provide a beacon of hope for them,
I'm going to elaborate about a Haitian empress who's indeed a inspiration to all men,
I know that us men can be blind at times but if you only take a minute to just pay attention to her ethnology I trust that your perception of the characteristics of a woman will never be the same,
That's the reason why I'm writing her this letter to let her know that I acknowledge her efforts and encourage her to never change,
She made me realize the distinctions to look for in a wife and the individuality to instill in my future daughters,
If a man is toiling all day under the scorching sun in his garden she's the considerate type to bring him water,
Her hair is natural, no perms nor chemicals are allowed; her dreads flows all the way down to her back,
Her smile is mesmerizing, she posses the body of a goddess and her skin is black,
but her true excellence is more than skin deep, her true beauty is not for the eyes to grasp but for the mind to see,
She reminds me of Africa but instead of geographic freedom she provides mental freedom where my thoughts can run free,
She understands and respects the beauty of sex but she never turn her back on her African roots and her spiritual security for vanity,
She waters the garden in the morning right before she prays to the most high and ask for peace, love and prosperity for all humanity,
Whenever I'm in my time of need I turn to my Rastafarian beliefs for comfort,
Civilization class me as a thug, a slave and thief but I'm also a man and my duty as a man always comes first,
As I lay in my bed at night with visions of Africa, I shed a tear for those suffering boys and girls,
Compassion is the only thing that can save us from the terror that lies ahead but if we can motivate the women to take on the role as the mother of all creation then we can save the world.