The missing piece to why Mama is like she is.
And as I write my side of this story my Mamas both are, well, either catching up or staying behind. In our past. Ignorant of truths remedy
As I speak of my sisters and there actions or lack of actions, who are they in our grand family dynamic? Friend or foe? Of what truly is and what can be? Who is the enemy here?
Is it me? Or is it Mama? Is it Mama Jean? Or is it ignorance? Meaning, not knowing? Not being told? Not being educated?
If this was England, and we the family of the crown? Who is Victoria choosing to be? Who am I? To they? An enemy of a life long gone. Like 55 years!! Your just now realizing you have a fourth sister and it’s 25 years later? And you don’t even give a shit? About her? Who’s from your own Mama? Wow!
Well. I am queen Elizabeth in this family, coming home from exile. My sisters may be who they please and we all can deduce from action or none, their stand. The fence of indifference to their own Mamas need. Wake the fuck up! Girls!!
Like I have to come home. All excited. About you all. And this is how you do me? Wtf. Mama. I feel bad for you. You raised them. Without me. That’s what you get. But I will do the work they don’t want to do.
No slacking here. I work hard for what I want.
Here’s a video. She says what I feel.
Best revenge is your paper. Your skin. That’s give to you by birth.
Adopted people many times feel like slaves.
I own it. And refute it. I am no slave except to god who made me. Get straight.
That’s my Mama too! Back off! Let a girl get some love! You hogs!