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Mirrors
                                                                                                       Francesca Simonelli

                                                                                                       Apprenticed by other wandering beauties
                                                                                                       Roaming the desert of unworthiness and despair.
                                                                                                       Programed into a twisted and depraved
                                                                                                       Version of myself
                                                                                                       Funhouse of mirrors
                                                                                                       Reflecting distortion
                                                                                                       Pasty with dissociation
                                                                                                       The dew of my flower
                                                                                                       Dried up and replaced with artifice.
                                                                                                       Constrained
                                                                                                       Fated rebel
                                                                                                       Objectified
                                                                                                       Imposed upon


                                                                                                       Insidiously programed by sex fantasies on T.V.
                                                                                                       Sold into bondage
                                                                                                       I now breathe myself back into being.
                                                                                                       I belong to me!
                                                                                                       Resting beneath the milky breasts of my past
                                                                                                       Giving me new life
                                                                                                       And rejuvenation.
                                                                                                       Bonding brings healing
                                                                                                       And I….
                                                                                                       Although in many pieces
                                                                                                       Remain whole.



                                                                                            Jessica K Ballantyne
                                                                                            Ego Lens
                                                                                            Graphite, spraypaint and wax pencil
                                                                                            on paper
                                                                                            59.4 x 84.1cm
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