Sista

Written by: CAROL ROBINSON

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!