Comparing Poem by Bonnie Shipman

I have long brown hair;
hers is long and blonde and smoother than mine
I write poems or stories or songs;
she writes too, but her poems are more poetic
I get angry and sarcastic;
She holds her tongue.
I love my sisters and brother silently;
She smiles and encourages them...
But in the end, I don't see that you are better,
I only see that you are beautiful, my sister.
Perhaps you see the same about me.