Tall and thick, her hair a magnificent shade

of orange, the same intensity as crisp fire.

A creation in which burns in us,

but a phoenix burning inside her. 

 

The way her dark brown eyes would be the same color

as hot chocolate but no marshmallows

to give them that luster.

 

I watch her dark chocolate eyes glance

around a room in fear,

This allowed me into her deepest thoughts.  

 

The way she closes off sometimes

 makes others believe she is peculiar but on the inside, 

she filled with purity 

being corrupted by toxicity. 

 

When she does speak her words

can leave behind a rainbow or thundering storm

of regret and anger. 

 

When people first notice her all they see are

“Gigantic” breast or  her scarlet red hair.

 

But all she can see in a mirror

are stretch marks and fat.

 

The catcalls and whistles from down the street

make her hate to step outside. 

The clothes she wears grab eyes but also 

bring disgust from others.

 

When people first see her they notice her

brown eyes  which people say are too beautiful  for a woman

or they point out her abnormal height which

sends men and women running. 

 

The scars she carries in her heart

remind her of the battles she fought alone,

no one bothers to stop and ask if she is okay.

 

The salty tears she cries every second could cause others

to shatter into a million pieces.

Tall and thick her hair a magnificent shade

of coal, we all ignited to create an immortal flame.