A Geishas Beauty Poem by Mel Reyes

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.