Me away. But I’m still here. And you gonna remember me and my tribe. We have a lot to say about what’s going on around here and what needs to be go on around here. Cuz I Be Linda.
And what my Mama Gave away was her badass self, living in me. Yeah. She gave me all of that badass woman in the 60’s. Crammed all of that woman into me. And sent me on my way.
God took all that badassness. And made me who I am today. A woman who’s wants to see change. And a woman who knows she not the only one who’s on the clean up crew list for change. There are many who want to do something about it all.
And we are all waking up to that fact. The fact that trauma exists. In many forms. In many proposed solutions we use everyday. Garbage cans instead of recycle bins. The fact not one can maintain the difference and respect the purpose says a lot about the state of this affair all over the planet, not just America.
And Mama May have no idea about what to do? She’s just one of the mess makers. She’s not the only one. Many have fallen prey. And signed up for this campaign. They didn’t read our fine print I guess? Adoptees do have rights within the triad to change things now that many of us are vested in the ins and outs and road blocks of this out dated system.
And. Let’s just all face it. Adoption is now a full blown baby of its own? Eating babies. Tearing up families? Confusion. And disorder? My Mama and me are pretty organized people. And if we are having issues? There is definitely an issue with the system and our ideas of what’s it is. It’s like a car. Eating fuel and taking up air. Our air as inheritances of the planet. Surely we have grown up enough to see our duties are linked to our survival?
Adoptions not the only system in dire need of help? Adoptions just the system I know best. I have been labeled one of her bastard children with a big A on my chest. They said it stood for Adoption. The word sometimes. Got my Mama. Omit that word and what is there is there. Mama put sometimes in front of her duty.
Sometimes has come to call. It is now sometime Mama. And God’s calling you. Not me. To fulfill your duty to yourself to step up and be who you are to me. It is written in the star. The one who write to you here. Your star. Maybe Mama? I look kind of mannish. Cuz I’ll admit? You didn’t seem to like how I looked when I came to see ya? But maybe. I’m the fourth night of shinning armor. And maybe God just kind of let you have your way for a while? But a blood oath is a blood oath and your bloods in my veins. That’s an oath. To me. And I have full files my duties as the contracts was and have Enacted a new addendum to the original that restructures the original agreements by including my input and additional needs as your child and Mama Jeans. My well being is of interest in this contractual arrangement, as well as the well being of my children and their children as well. And there are benefits to all involved. No need to fear anymore.
I’ve blown it as far out as I could. If this is the worst. Then what else is there now? Yes. The best is always yet to come.
I’ve written this here for a witness. May the universal record state. I’m free.