Piercing

They tell me I’m pretty,
Then walk away.
They don’t give a damn
About what I have to say.

All that I am is a face
To smile & agree.
“Your soul’s ambitions
Are of no consequence to me.”

I will not be a doll
No opinions, painted face.
So I pierce my flesh
Embracing how good it tastes.

They will need to look
Deep into my heart,
Past their vanity and old
Ways that society has forgot.

My piercing, my expression,
I can finally be free.
My voice is here to stay
Fuck how I “should” be.

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