The Spice Island woman 
is a phenomenal woman 
She's a wise kinda woman 
.. a prized kinda woman 
..a nice kinda woman 
 I aspire to be near. 

She sports a prime mind 
... much like fine wine 
...she swings a mean hip 
But walks a fine line 
..bidding her time. 

With spice island blood 
pulsing through her veins 
With spiced island intellect 
churning in her brain 
She aspires and grows 
larger than..., 
she goes further than..., 
She achieves much more than she plans. 

For she seeks to correct painful historical neglect 
Her dreams far too complex 
...much to her regret 
But her aspiring mind
without any signs,
...defines, dreams 
She refines new realities 
She refuses to be caught in a bind 
Such an outstanding woman  
the extraordinary kind. 

Spice Island Woman 
...you're my kinda woman 
...a wise kinda woman
...the right kinda woman 
...a bright kinda woman. 
A real good woman 
The remarkable kind. 

Spice Island Woman 
You're that kinda woman 
...an enlightened woman 
...a grand kinda woman 
...the true kinda woman 
You're the best of all women 
You, you I claim as mine. 

(c) B Charles  from my book "Slave Spirit Speaks"