She is my cousin but not my cousin
She is pale when I'm dark but she's shining
She's smooth with an accent worthy of herself
She expresses herself what she thought how she felt
She's poem worthy the relief to a bad day
She rubs headaches and depression away
She's smart and kind
And I'm proud to call her a cousin of mine
She's my cousin but not my cousin
But you can't really tell
THE END...
