Brown Sugar

I am the child born on a late Winter evening. I am the woman you never desire leaving. I am the lady scanning frantically in libraries. I am the hopeless romantic ending February. I am his vixen when he closes the door. I am the junky in the hip-hop section of a record store. I am the grandchild of a soldier. I am who wipes the teardrops off of your shoulder. I am still a flower on the Lord's gray punishment days. When everyone leaves you, I am the one you can be sure will stay. I am the dreamer with my head in the clouds. I am the leader, without a doubt. I am who will give you that Love Jones. I am the spark of innovation whose destination is never known. I am the guidance in the harshest projects. I am the ideal woman a black man's mother projects. With hips like this and a swing like that, I am the woman that will have your back. A queen wearing heels far from flat. What do you call a woman that has it like that?