Black tears I cry

As I take all the make up off and stand alone.

To know. That I was just a body gyrating for a crowd for a price, hurts so deep. As you see no one, after the deeds are done standing to cheer for you.

As I close down the show. Hurt, wounded and misunderstood. I collect myself and what really matters to move along. Just a single blood line. That’s cut up so bad. No one like the patchwork I have worked so hard to save.

I wrap myself in the cloak of my own. After looking cold and hard at what is.

I look to the horizon. For the sun to dawn on my new day.

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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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