Irish eyes looking for trouble



Shield me from the star

and i remain the same

Bring me to the light and they multiply

Skin so pristine

with only a few thousand blemishes

What is shamed to be obtained

cover my entire visable body

i cant help having skin peppered with chestnut speckles

i wake up everyday with them

so why hate or think of them inadequate

They cloak me

They represent my genealogy

Of strong well loved people

I carry they freckles with me everyday

And they are flawless.



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