They wear masks
For beauty
Their faces painted white
With leaded powder
Lips and cheeks blushed
And watery eyes
They bleed
To become pale
Swallow arsenic
For that feverish blush
And they dance
In corsets
Laced up tight
So their ribs will bend
For beauty
Of cultivation

They wear masks
And they dance
To hide their nature
They wear patches
To cover up the cracks
The scars
The undesirable
real skin