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Shironuri guises the blemishes smudges snags on my face, on my skin,
But it doesn’t seep in my soul, to bury the cracks, rifts ‘n rents within
I am a geisha,
as real as illusion, Art in motion,
An ocean of emotion, a magical potion
my alluring glance, entices seduces, stops you in your track,
Hides behind fragments of broken dreams where all hopes have turned black
I am a geisha
Broken yet pristine, an uncrowned queen
Bound to prim ‘n preen, forlorn still sanguine
My crimson kimono swishes, dainty lithe almost like a feline
Veils my fears, desires, longing, crisscrossing toiling to align
I am a geisha
Dispirited yet alive, naïve yet contrive
An outmoded custom’s strife to thrive,
The obi ‘round the slender waist, my svelte slight frame
Quashes wrings the craving for wilderness, I so long to claim
I am a geisha
Tragic yet farce, abundant yet scarce,
laden with scars, still yearning for the stars
Glossary
Shironuri -white makeup worn by geisha
Kimono-Japanese robe
Obi-a broad sash worn round the waist of a Japanese kimono.
