And the tears finally come

Falling. Drops of pain fall down my face after so long of holding it back to save face.

As it hits me full force. Forsaken.

No cross. No nails needed. Just a pen swipe to send me into an abyss so deep.

I look around me and see what is left of who I was. Boxes. Puppies. A garage. Cold and alone.

And the tears fall as I wail from a pain that spins and spins. From the one person they say I could count on.

No. Not everyone’s Mama is a friend to stand by you.



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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