False Geisha
Her face was splurged with white powder
An illusion of mask under the white cover
Red and black accents her eyes and brows
Lips like flower buds cool in the afterglow
Like a maiko pursuing her ardent dream
To dance the kabuki, to entertain and sing
With heart raring to show her artisan piece
A special performer hired for men to please
She started learning while watching
How to amuse by conversing and gaming
Calculated motions of pouring wine or tea
Polite gestures for men lusting secretly
As she progressed in pursuit of her art
She left for Japan to practice her craft
She’s not supposed to feel nor want
She knows her art, she knows her part
With a pair of eyes like a black deep abyss
Not one can read her pain and anguish
An innocent face shrouded with secrets
A beauty that haunts not one to forget
How she wished her geisha story is true
Viewed with respect by this society so cruel
Not a beauty envied but mocked with disdain
Not a woman marked with an ugly stain
The will to survive, the need to live
She’s got needs and a family to feed
Like a man’s toy, just a piece of meat
She hates it but accepts her defeat
She’ll let men bleed and beg for more
She’s out for revenge and raged a war
She will not let love consume her life
She’ll not let any man make her a wife
She fell for one but there’s no hope
She cannot love, it will not work
A true geisha she is only in dreams
A courtesan in Japan is what she really is!
Copyright © Meadow Morada | Year Posted 2016
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