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Fear of Abuse


Caw, caw, caw!

The crow goes.

Boom, boom, boom!

My heartbeat grows.

 

I stare at my window Waiting, waiting.

Fear enveloping my mind and soul.

"He's here, lay down and don't move." My mom says quietly.

I lay on my bed pretending to sleep.

 

My mom walks out the room.

Shouts, screams, crashes of glass.

I lay on my bed, still.

 

Heartbeat rising, rising, rising!

I cry and whisper, "Please don't come into my room."

My step dad walks. Boom, boom, boom!

His footsteps grew louder.

Shaking, silence, fear, and despair.

"Save me!", I pray in my head.

 

He reaches over, I close my eyes tight and pretend to be sleeping.

He walks away, my mom walks in sobbing, weeping.

She lays next to my little brother, holding him in her arms.

 

Caw, caw, caw!

The crow goes.

The fear of abuse. I only know.

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My name is Giovanni, I am a student at Illinois College, which is in Jacksonville, Illinois. I was born with a birth defect that has made me deaf from my left ear, I'm 19 years old, Puerto Rican and I love poetry, art, and music! The surgeries I had when I was younger left me missing some ribs on the right side of my body. I got bullied for many things throughout my life, but I have been able to live my life everyday! I want to spread my love of life through music, I want to be an inspiration to those who were bullied and those with disabilities! Singing, poetry, drawing, and music have been my passion since forever and they will always be a part of my life!

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