chapter two.

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a portrait of a female; the woman
who stands and smiles ever so painfully.
a woman who's seen heaven and hell crumble and yet, she chooses to stay with the devil.
joslyn rosé gomez stands firm on her art.

in an unfair industry, she too, was judged.
not for her art, but her sexuality. joslyn hid
her scars well, but once the crowd fades away, she's left with a broken heart. too broken to be mended, she never had a chance to showcase her talent without it being fetishsized. to which she openly talks about, to which she openly talks about how one's sexuality isn't going to take away one's talent. and to which, the general public will constantly attempt to ignore.

but of course, the biggest take was not her
intelligence or her interest in feminism, but
her life—the personal ones that joslyn dislikes. she's experienced being harassed by interviewers.but she has to put on her sunday's best and a show since she's never allowed to speak her mind.

she often wonders if there are girls who feel
the same way about these things. joslyn knows she does—and maybe, just maybe, she could meet someone just like her.

a/n; ladies and ladies...
stan miss joslyn rosé gomez ✨
thank u, have a good day 💖

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