i'm broken
yes that's true
i'm not one whole piece
some days i'm in two
some days i'm crumbled
and left on the floor
without a care from anyone
i'm broken
factual, yes
but does anyone care?
does anyone stop to think,
is she okay?
is she well?
is she broken?
i'm broken
and does anyone stop to wonder?
no
they don't
they don't ponder the fact
that i'm crushed
beaten
broken
i'm broken
yes, for that is true
but does it mean anything?
am i less of a person?
can i not love?
am i even human?
and yes
i am
i'm broken
but that doesn't define me
it defines the actions of everyone around me
it shows what others did to me
how i let them control me
and now?
i'm still broken
but i don't let that be
me
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opinionated - first draft
Poetryto them, i speak too loudly for a girl my thoughts scattered my sense nonexistent to them i'm opinionated, and just not listening to the patriarchy. -w.e.
