When we are together,
We draw stares
But  we dismiss them without care.
I do not look like my mother.

We attract the queries of the passersby
Those who say we've caught their eye.
Adoption's not the reason why
I do not look like my mother.

I am my mother's, biologically.
They all say, "How can that possibly be?"
All that people take time to see is that
I do not look like my mother.

Sensitive yet self-assured,
With the world's driest sense of humor
You would swear, "That's Tania Junior."
I'm exactly like my mother.

Filled with pride and strong opinions,
Sweet, yet stubborn,
Always happiest when helping others,
I'm exactly like my mother.

The ultimate goal is always perfection.
Our brains seem to scatter
In the same general direction.
I'm exactly like my mother.