They called her heartbreaker In hushed tones As she walked around town
They called her heartbreaker Not knowing She was broken-hearted Sweet image hiding A boiling ocean Of breaking waves
They called her heartbreaker But she only swung the hammer Trying to shape Her own foundation In a way that pleased her Not you
They called her heartbreaker But no one ever Bore their own blame Surely, she swung a hammer But each of them in turn Chose to put their heart In the way
They called her heartbreaker And as sure As any slur It was spit with force Around the town And she smiled A little smile Cause she had built a mansion For her heart on the inside And she wore the title Like a gilded badge of pride
This poem is a monologue that is meant to discuss standards of beauty and victim-blaming that are ever so prevalent in our society today. Take responsibility