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