i call them monsters
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this isn't just an awareness poem
This is a poem about surviving abuse.
Not the kind that hides in the dark-but the kind that walks free in daylight, protected by silence and dressed in trust.
It's about the monsters no one warns you about.
The ones with names. With hands. With power.
The ones who left fingerprints on my skin and guilt in my chest.
It's about being a child, and not being believed.
About growing up in a world that blames the victim and shelters the abuser.
It's about shame, survival, silence-and finally, rage.
If you've ever been told to hush when you needed to scream, this is for you.
this is for us.
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