A red kimono
Red pearled lips
White painted skin
A Geisha is a midst
A smile to charm
Her body so thin
Struts so professional
A Geisha is a midst
She smells like blossoms
Of the purest
Blossomed Sakura trees
Her Kimono shines
Its silk,
So rich
She must be wealthy
Her face is defined beauty
Which melts the men of power
Who reserve her
Like a toy
Sitting at on a shelf
Behind the window
For sale
At the street store
Wait she does
Behind the house bars
Until the next man reserves
Freedoms at call
Again she prepares
For her night to shine
First is the dress
They squeeze her in
Then is the make-up
That covers her skin
Don't forget geisha dear
Expose your back
Make the man feel
Like 1000 grand
Make him realize
Why he chose right
Make yourself greater
Like a god
In the land of the sun
She walks out the front door
Her Odd sandals clank
Again the wagons step
Her freedom begins
And like the day before
She re-runs the course
Her freedom is here
It may seem surreal
But a geisha life is
Depressing
Despite it
She hides her tears
A Geisha is a tool
Where a man will step
To the masters door
And pay to have his little fun
Even for a one-night run
Poor Geisha,
She weeps
At night all alone
When will her freedom meet her?
Even she isn't doesn't know.
Mel Reyes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-geishas-beauty/
