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2d
A Kept Woman

My mom was one
So I refused to be

No matter how much I
loved my dad
I did not relent.

He loved me like a son
And I was one in so many ways
but I was also my mother’s daughter

And so
And so

I am still not
a kept woman.

And I’ll never be.
JRF
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JRF  47/F/Canada
(47/F/Canada)   
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