Queen sit

While messengers deliver the message. My Mamas sat while I delivered this message. On their thrones. Each unique. Each valued. Each having done something for me. And each with full recognition and full honors.

They don’t fail. They didn’t fail. I made it to speak this truth after being so damn jumbled inside about it? Like a what the fuck with a very long hang time. Like a fart for days. That’s adoption. And the methane is intense. Took my breath away for 51 years I held it in trying to tell Mama.

She’s right. Tell the world honey. I did my best. Tell society baby girl. Well alright Mama. And so I have. Fought for your honor. Like a hell cat from the 60’s. This gets straightened out here and now. On our watch. Those Adoptees grown enough to find their tongues connected and willing hearts able to do what’s needed to change the hearts and minds of the world about us. Adopted my ass. I am my own Mamas girl today. Raised by another. You made Mama think she needed to do that? Yeah you. Church and state in bed with each other? Caught in your bastardizing act! Red handed with your own tape. Damned by your own ignorant law void of natural law.

And condemned by my testimony and others who have gone through the same as me. Damned by your own paperwork that is unlawful in its own text! Damned by your blindness that couldn’t see an eagle at ten passes nor hit the side of a barn? Way off.

It’s right in front of everyone and yet hidden from conscious view? Nature tells us how it is. As a duck calls to Mama and Mama comes. As a puppies cries to Mama when lost and Mama comes. Unless eaten. But I know my Mama wasn’t eaten. So? Yeah. Good one. No.

wake up the alarms gone off to long. And it’s hurting Mama for us to stay this way. She’s been this way so long she can see herself stooping over for the weight of it.

Shame on us all for not even seeing it. And good for me for paying attention. Leading us out of our dark night of the soul. Sent there by the church for no damn good reason and only ignorance sake.

Let’s do this. I’m pumped. With out numbers? It’s in the bag. We just have to show up and speak and the whole world will see and have to accept that they did this to us.

Stuttering. Mose stuttered. God used him to set his people free? Why not us? Yes.

Jumbles words choices.

Depression

Anxiety.

All signs of separation disorder.

My kids all had it more than most. Intense. My youngest really suffered from it.

Separation anxiety
Just to make a few.
Usually self-diagnosable
Separation anxiety differs from normal clinginess. Children with the disorder can’t think about anything but the present fear of separation. They may have nightmares or regular physical complaints. They may be reluctant to go to school or other places.
You owe us this. We paid the price for admission with our lives. Now dance!
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psychecafe

I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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