find fault in my eyes but then everyone here does
this whole island this country finds fault
in the way they are shaped like almonds are hazel
not brown and how my face is small
chisai they say small they say and such
a tall nose hansomu they say and when
i am buying fruit the old ladies giggle
and the small boys run around gallop
around holding palm fronds
to their crotches singing
amerika-jin no chinchin are toooo big they sing
toooooo big and they thrust their pelvis
and the fan of sharp leaves shakes in the wind
koizumi-san no chinchin they sing
toooooooo big they scream
and they laugh at the thought that their prime minister
has a chinchin like americans a chinchin
shaped like leaves that shakes in the wind
and in their laughter i find a smile
i find myself smiling as i walk home
with my bag of fruit and these round eyes
and this chinchin with rays like the sun only green
and thoughts of what I would do if the faults
in my eyes were to suddenly shift
and a new continent was born