I tried to play nice, but I came from a dark place. And I don’t know your fancy rules my Womb Mother. I just know me, and the Mother you gave me didn’t raise me like that. You threw me out, at leasts that how it felt, and my Mama you gave me taught me how to fight back. For I fight with the truth. And it is my truth that will set me free. And I tell it now without one ounce of shame, for it is mine to divulge and mine to refrain. And I love her more each day the Mother you gave me, for her choice to show up, and you no less either for choosing to not. You can stab my heart out, and it will still beat for you both.
The paradox of an Adoptee
Oh this crazy life called mine.