She's such a cutie, the neighbors would say
That little blonde girl with the curls,
So strange to see brown eyes with blonde hair, they said
I guess I was strange even then
My sister had black hair and eyes that were green
A beauty if ever you saw one
Even my father called her 'the queen'
But I was the one that was different
You look like your father, people would say
I guess they considered that kind
But I always wanted to look like my mom
With dark hair and eyes like the sky
But now that I'm older and used to myself
I like what I see in the glass
I may not be lovely, or turn many heads
But at least I'm a sensable lass
My father passed on a long time ago
His picture still sits by the window
And it tickles me now that I take after him -
It's the ones who are different that sparkle.
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-am-i-8/
