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~ Let Me Be Me ~
There's Mom and Me
and Grammy makes three
They say we're all alike, you see
I look like my Mom, she looks like her Mother
We all ended up just like one another
Mom's eyes, Gram's nose
Personality like both they say
These things called genes are funny things
Guess they're really here to stay
But my Gram don't look like a kid
And I don't look like a Gram
I wish they'd all just stop the talk
And let me be who I am
I look in the mirror and all I see
Is a smile that's strictly me
But they say "no, you're all just alike"
My Mom, my Grammy and Me
"A chip off the block," I hear them say
"A branch from the family tree"
I'd like to cut my own twig off
And then I'd be just Me.
Yolanda Cohen
© 2001 used with permission
Yycohen@aol.com
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