<p>I went to visit my last apartment in Bronx  New York. The apartment where I lived with my first abuser and a short time with my second abuser. I  recall a lot of my memories in that apartment but no triggers. I do not know if it was because I had one of my sons with me. Whatever the reasons I was glad.</p>

I went to visit my last apartment in Bronx New York. The apartment where I lived with my first abuser and a short time with my second abuser. I recall a lot of my memories in that apartment but no triggers. I do not know if it was because I had one of my sons with me. Whatever the reasons I was glad.

<p>I went to visit my last apartment in Bronx &nbsp;New York. The apartment where I lived with my first abuser and a short time with my second abuser. I &nbsp;recall a lot of my memories in that apartment but no triggers. I do not know if it was because I had one of my sons with me. Whatever the reasons I was glad.</p>

Leaving my Abuser for good

My name is Pauline (Sister Fabu). I am a reality poet. Being a woman who survived abuse homelessness, brought me here.

Through this podcast, I will share my poetry, short stories and pieces of my memoir. I will ask you to share your experiences with me. We will find strength through each other. When someone asks me, how are you? I learn not just to say I am fine. I think in the moment of how I am feeling. In this moment, “I am standing on a mountain top smiling with my harms open wide, eyes closed feeling the soft breeze on my face”. Please listen, share, and feel your “How are you”?

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My name is Pauline (Sister Fabu). I am a reality poet. Being a woman who survived abuse homelessness, brought me here. Through this podcast, I will share my poetry, short stories and pieces of my memoir. I will ask you to share your experiences with me. We will find strength through each other. When someone asks me, how are you? I learn not just to say I am fine. I think in the moment of how I am feeling. In this moment, “I am standing on a mountain top smiling with my harms open wide, eyes closed feeling the soft breeze on my face”. Please listen, share, and feel your “How are you”?

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