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