“every time your picture is taken, you lose a part of your soul”

by theuglyearring

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HALF-CASTE WOMAN

Drink a bit, laugh a bit, love a little more,
I can supply your need,
Think a bit, chaff a bit, what’s it all for?
That’s my Eurasian creed.

Half-caste woman, living a life apart,
Where did your story begin?
Half-caste woman, have you a secret heart
Waiting for someone to win?

Were you born of some queer magic
In your shimmering gown?
Is there something strange and tragic
Deep, deep down?

Half-caste woman, what are your slanting eyes
Waiting and hoping to see,
Scanning the far horizon,
Wondering what the end will be?

—by Noel Coward, 1931

( anna may wong’s cabaret song)

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