A single delicate rose in the middle of soft dirt
That was me, no pain, and no hurt
Itâs I they tried to convert
They were the concrete coming towards the rose
The worms trying to get it to decompose
They were the appetizers and I was the dessert
A big gap between unnecessary and treat
I was the answers they were the cheat sheet
[chorus x2]
They didn't know me
They couldn't see me
The real me
Who is you
I am me
I didnât want to be in the streets
Yea I went to a white school
So that may not be the black definition of cool
They didnât want to be a part of school
I didnât want to be their level of cruel
They used to call me mulatto, yellow, and butter bee
I always thought why do they hate me
My mom said it was only jealousy
âJealous of what?â of little Keylee?
Well I didnât change and didnât convert
Yet somehow I still got hurt
Hurt when I was 14 by a 23 year old pervert
[chorus x2]
They didn't know me
They couldn't see me
The real me
Who is you
I am me
The blood never came out the skirt
No scars but rips and tears
I heard him swear
But I wasnât there
I was lost and no one knew
Never told and never grew
Out of the despair
Heâs still there
In my head
Like a letter unread
But remembered
The thought like a rose dismembered
The thought that love would never again come
To an eternal life alone I would succumb
My heart, now broken, an unreliable beat
Why, oh why does love retreat
[chorus til fade out]
They didn't know me
They couldn't see me
The real me
Who is you
I am me
