Sista

My Sista’s not a bit like me She’s everything I’d like to be She’s pretty and witty, clever and kind The very best sista you’ll ever find Then why do I feel such gross contempt When people pay her a compliment? My Sista’s not a bit like me She’s everything I’d like to be Her body language says it all She’s confident with one and all So why must I stifle that bitter call “Doesn’t pride come before a fall!"? My Sista’s not a bit like me She’s everything I’d like to be At school she was a model student Her grades had no room for improvement Achieving A’s and B’s with ease Compared to sister's C’S and D’s My Sista’s not a bit like me She’s everything I’d like to be. A child to swell Parental pride, Creating warmth and joy inside, While constant cries of, "Out to play" Convinced me I was in the way! My Sista’s not a bit like me, She’s everything I’d like to be; Today I glanced into the mirror I’m sure I look a little thinner! I seem to be a little taller! Oh gosh! Those curves were made to order! Was that me or my big Sista? No its me, a double vista, Reflecting likeness twixt us two, A mirror image through and through; Weve always been alike you know, My new grown body told me so!