That She Is Me

That she is me Her hair glistening in the sunlight Making red and gold out of the brown Her legs white as clouds Becoming the shade that fits her perfectly Her stretch marks splayed on inner thighs Looking like tiger stripes, nice and wild Her waist curved in and hips curved out Showing the lovely shape of a woman Her teeth crazy and crooked Reflecting her inner child and making her unique Her mind buzzing and moving Knowing and learning as she figures things out for herself That she is me She has learned to love herself She has learned that bad is good She has learned that everyone is beautiful But she still hides in public Because she has learned that society does not see her beauty the same way she does She has learned that society is cruel She has learned that society throws knives She wants to protect what she loves That she is me But how do I protect myself?