A poem on Hatsumomo as she walked away from the okiya for the last time.
Hatsumomo walked away from the okiya for the last time.
She knew what would happen to her.
What happened to every failed Geisha.
She would become a prostitute.
Cast out
Because she had dared to love.
She had surrendered everything.
Her freedom.
Her hopes.
Her dreams.
Her mizuage.
All her earnings.
Even her heart.
And still they cast her out.
Becuse she had dared to love.
Dared to hope.
Broken hearted.
Geisha cannot love.
It is for them to hide their feelings.
Behind painted masks.
She had put food on the table in the okiya.
Made plenty of money.
And now she was cast out.
Because she had dared to love.
Dared to hope.
Dared to dream.
She cries every night at the whore house.
As the men come she cn't remember any of them.
Their faces seem to run together.
She feels nothing anymore.
All this because she dared to love.
Dared to hope.
Dared to dream.
Dared to want more.
When her murdered body was found on the streets of Gion.
Six months later.
No one recognized her as the beautiful and famous Hatsumomo.
Dirty and beaten.
No one cries at her grave.
No one knew.
Or maybe no one cared.
Dead.
Because she dared to love.
Dared to hope.
Dared to dream.
Dared to want more.
Dared to be,
Hatsumomo.