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Jul 2017
I got my ******* pierced the other day,
it didn't really hurt.
What hurt more was my mother telling me she didn't like the silver ring in my nose
But didn't mind my ****** piercings because she "couldn't see those"
As though my face is a canvas and I am not allowed to paint
And this body's everyone else's property and I am but a house mate.
I should not disrupt others upon my first entry but in my room have free range
And so I play with my nose ring because I know it'll cause her disdain.
Joanna Alexandre
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Joanna Alexandre  22/F/Perth, WA
(22/F/Perth, WA)   
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