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heartbreaks are normal
you built a big wall
and shut me out

I am alone now
and I don't know how
to push you away

it's because I'm a girl?
I should expect this?
what was I thinking
about a long distance

so get out of my face
Before I punch yours
I don't deserve this
and I know for sure

it's not because I'm a girl

I wanted revenge
but when I did
I was put down

"did you think this through?
what did he do to you
to deserve that?"

he broke my heart
he tore it apart
what do you think

it's because I'm a girl?
I should except this?
what was I thinking?
he could be trusted?

You can't do better
And you know it's true
I've got one thing to say
I can do better than you

and it's because I'm a girl

I can stand on my own to feet
I burned all the pictures that you gave to me
I tore off the head of the stuffed monkey
and all those things you thought I would keep

because I am girl
I can fight for me
and the things that I believe

I may be a girl
Doesn't mean I am weak
when I said I love you
What did you take that to mean?

because I'm a girl
All the stereotypes
I was told I did wrong
Even when I was right

Because I'm a girl
Can't stand up for myself?
And if you think that
Find somebody else
poemish/songish
for all of the girls who's feelings were pushed away because they were told that they didn't matter, or they should've known, or that because they are a "weak" girl you should just except the fact that boys will break your hearts and be okay with it.
The voice
Of a broken heart
Can ring loudly
For years
Wrecking even
The hope
Of repairing
Shattered dreams.
Though it's hard
And at night sometimes
So easy to hear
The sound of
A lost loves heart
Beating so clear.
The deafening silence
Allows the tears
And for years
You may sit
silently still.
We will mask ourselves
And cover the scars.
But no matter what
We may think
We are not
A lost cause.
So let your heart
Beat again
Let the sound
Drowned out
The screaming of
A broken heart
Because it's not broken
It's just gained another
Beautiful scar.
 May 2015 Purity Kimani
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It's been a long time, can't tell since when.
It's been a long time, since I felt whole,
but I do feel it every now and then.
To pick up a pen and write down my soul.

To sing a mumble, this sad rumble.
Pretending I have a greater goal.
but under the truth of it, I crumble
and again, in weakness, I pay the toll.
Maybe next time it'll be a happier song.
You tell us to be who we are
But then judge us when you see our scars.

— The End —