if it quirks..

Small faces

that’s what they want

Big eyes

that’s what they covet

My wild Irish eyes could

take you by surprise

Feeling tall  –  all

Bowing low  –  oh

Crowds across seas

that I have yet to

feel a part of

Feeling tall  –  all, all, all

Bowing low  –  oh, oh, oh

Freckles on my skin

“Ugly,” they said

Thick hair and thighs

“Stop eating,” they said

But the chopsticks fit so good

between my fingers.

They marvel surprised

Feeling small  –  all

Bowing low  –  oh

Crowds across seas

that I have yet to

feel a part of.

Feeling small  –  all, all, all

Bowing low  –  oh, oh, oh

Irish eyes and

here we are

holding chopsticks

and poking at my

tall, thick thighs

lies, highs, whys

How many ways can

you use chopsticks?

Poke my eyes to have

Poke my skin to banish the freckles

Poke my thighs so they won’t bloat

Feeling tall

Bowing low

Feeling small

Bowing low

Bowing low

Bowing low