A good-girl kind of personality,
A unique kind of identity;
You know for sure who I am,
But you still are asking 'Who is she?'
I am ME.
Sometimes a karate girl you'll see,
Eyes burning with fire, like Bruce Lee.
Sometimes I cry; you know why?
Because my dad shouted at me!
You know; I am not one but three:
The one people see,
The one I know I am, and
The one God knows me to be.
The first one, I don't care about
The last two are the MEs
I don't care what people say;
I know I am ME.