I Am She

I was one or maybe two

I realize my mother's eyes are blue

I was three or maybe four

I'm a child in cold war

I was five or maybe six

My ABC is racial politics

I am seven, turning eight

Innocence came too late

I am nine or maybe ten

See more than I can comprehend

I'm woman in arms

I'm combat in charms

I am Jezebel

I am she

I'm eleven or maybe twelve

My childhood dream has fallen off its shelf

I am thirteen and a half

I don't cry on time passed

I am fifteen maybe older

You see sexbomb but I am a soldier

Bittersweet at sweet sixteen

As I float on tears' stream

Eighteen years I've paid my dues

I'm in command of my fears

I'm woman in arms

I'm soldier in charms

I am Jezebel

I am she

I am Jezebel

I am she

I am Jezebel

I am she