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 awful things
Do they ever go away?
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
Written By: Yolanda Cohen
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