We never owned Memoirs of a Geisha and we never will
A Lonely Heart
A story like mine has never been
Told or said.
I never was born to be a geisha.
Much less knew I would be separated from my sister
The winds are bitter
And what ever I do never helps
For years, I wanted nothing more to wear
A kimono like Pumpkin,
To have a danna like Mameha
To live in an Okiya
And be the most celebrated
Of them all
Never did I think that
To be geisha,
You have to be kept from the
Things you want the most.
What in this strange world of women
Is so complicated?
In our world,
We live and grow like
The cherry blossom,
We sing like the wind,
We dance gracefully as the ocean.
Our world fools outsiders.
"We don't become geisha because we want to,
We become geisha because we have no choice,"
I was told by Mameha.
To them, we are like entertainers and artist,
But deep inside, we are just lost souls
Wanting a life of our own;
To not be afraid of the world,
To stand for what we want,
And let love not be an illusion
Or a dream that is unattainable.
For this isn't a memoir of an empress,
Or a queen,
But a different kind no less.
Memoirs of a Geisha.
Is this world cruel?
Or are we just lost in this?
Our art shows beauty and grace,
But there are lonely hearts just seeking passion.
The sumos have choices, unlike us.
We are just part of another life unknown to
The outside world.
Love can quench the thirst of a lonely heart,
But it can never replace a lost sister, a friend,
A mentor, a jealous one, or a lover its self.