The Geisha Doll

A little hoodlum steals the geisha doll,

In Chinatown, a place she likes to go.

They will not notice her, being so small,

Or miss the doll dressed in a kimono.

She zips her jacket, running,

“GO GIRL GO!!!

‘BE FEARLESS AS THUNDER!!!   RUN AWAY!!!”

The storekeeper follows, though he is slow,

A block behind, she hears him yelling,

“HEY!!!”

But she can ride the subway on her own,

Sticking a silver token in the slot,

And pull the doll out, finally alone,

Until she hides it in her secret spot,

To play with when nobody is around,

To love her as her mother never could,

And take a beating if the doll is found,

Losing the last days of her childhood.