Little feet, bound in the youth time
With little steps… she will go on
Bamboo sticks, a rice umbrella…
Holding skin away from sun
Her headlines always pale in motion
Her hair is done with sticks and balls
Sometimes smile at you, to please you
Till daylight brakes… after night did fall
You see her quick around the corner
Hurry home to rest some time
Inside that day… filled with emotions
But no one there to see her cry
She is proud to do her entertaining
She learned to be a kind of slave
A Geisha makes herself inferior
and counts her blessings every… day
Aqua1955
8 Comments
John Cappello 15 Jun 2013
Obvious Authenticity, Very full of character! Brilliant Portrait. tells us an Interesting story with exemplary clarity.Kirby 05 Sep 2010
I love it, have a tattoo kinda like her from a David Mack Kabooki comic, those are cool if you can find it.Barry Huyett 19 Aug 2010
ur work is not inferior.....really g00dMary Janosik 19 Aug 2010
So delicate, yet strong!!Ai Shan 19 Aug 2010
Excellent work, Ben!Sharon Gonzalez 19 Aug 2010
PERFECTLY BEAUTIFUL, BEN; BOTH IMAGE AND POEM.ruth sears 19 Aug 2010
wonderful words and excellent work Ben.Emily Reed 19 Aug 2010
Exquisite art!