Lonely GeishaA Poem by Ich bin das Giftmädchen
Little girl standing alone in the rain Looking at the people pass No one sees her pain Sold for her body Her precious little life Sold for money Never to be a wife “You will be a Geisha” The words fell on deaf ears Nothing the woman said Would ease the child’s fears Primped Primed And schooled Still the girl was alone Time for her big debut Fire and flint for good luck Wobbling through streets On shoes too tall My feet hurt My head aches I want to feel nothing at all Sad thoughts run through her head A beautiful lotus Among the weeds Having to hold her head high Standing tall A price paid For some guy To paw her tender flesh No longer innocent A woman now Soon she faces the test Deflowered Confused What if she is scorned? Life of a Geisha How different from being a w***e? She takes off her kimono Grabs her yen Holds her fan Staring into the Sunset She will no longer submit herself No longer for any man She lays the yen on her eyes For her passage through the She raises her fan As the blood runs thick The sad little girl Who knew no love Hoped she could gain passage To her heaven Death fit her like a glove © 2009 Ich bin das GiftmädchenAuthor's Note
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Added on March 14, 2009AuthorIch bin das GiftmädchenJersey and eventually GermanyAboutI only have this account open temporarily I will be closing it again in a week or so. And obviously some people are illiterate and they can't read that this page will be closed down again. Oh well if.. more..Writing
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