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