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The Nosepin

Some called it
old-fashioned.
And some assumed,
I was trying,
like always,
to be the odd one.
Some looked beyond
the tiny diamond
glimmering on my nose…
at the piercing
the constant pain
and eternal scars,
and called me
a masochist.

Isn’t it funny
that a tiny piece
of inexpensive jewelry
needs acceptance
from a meddlesome society?

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