On a black island’s shore she stands,
A woman strong, with gentle hands.
Her spirit wild, like ocean breeze,
Carries stories through ancient trees.
With skin kissed by sun’s warm embrace,
She’s a reflection of nature’s grace.
Eyes that hold tales of sea and sand,
Guiding her people, a loving hand.
Her roots run deep in ancestral soil,
A tapestry woven in time’s sweet coil.
Through struggles faced, she’s found her way,
Empowering others, come what may.
In moonlit nights and starry skies,
Her voice uplifts with ancient cries.
A guardian of traditions old,
Her heart a treasure trove of gold.
So let us celebrate her light,
This black island woman, bold and bright.
For in her presence, we all can see,
The strength, the beauty, the legacy.
