As we poke at the stupidity. In plain sight.
My Mama need to be up to date about this. And she better get over it. This is just the beginning stages. We all got to be tough. And lock arms.
Yes. They took from ya. Who ever they are. Adoption. Ignorance I believe. And ignorance is curable with education and a commitment to keep asking questions and being aware, of options, people, energy.
Don’t give me that I don’t know how. Fucking learn! Adoptees had too? How do you think any of us survived?
Now? We teaching all of you free folks how to be slaves to each other. It’s not about color.
You took my mother and father and family from me.
Sold me out. Used me. Yes. Y’all did.
Slaves to the highest good. Born to serve?
We are now serving you all what we got?
Don’t act like you don’t like it.
If I must be denied my Mama? Then we all should. And if we all don’t like that idea? Cuz it’s getting common to just buy a baby? Could end up being yours the way it’s going? It’s human trafficking under the fictitious name of Adoption.
Adoptees who have gotten to the place of clearing the brain washing and reuniting with their core genetic guidance systems are speaking up to shed much needed light into the trench of a humanitarian pit. This holocaust goes for miles guys.
And we keep repeating an old pattern of behavior in making the child and Mother pay the price? Why? Are we so slow? We travel round and round at 1000 miles an hour on this ball suspended in space with no string to hold ya here? We play with lives!! Is this monopoly?
Are we this numb? Deprived of oxygen? To see what’s coming? It’s coming. Right now Adoptees look like pepper in the gravy of life. Soon? You who are kept will look like pepper in the Adoptees world gravy of life? We will put number you and our descendent. Do the math?
And today. Right now. At this moment. There are children in homes of strangers crying on the inside for their Mamas. But no one can see it. Trapped inside that child is the love for their own Mama and grief that we must learn to hide and call something else as it weeps and bleeds, while our captures laugh and the party goes on at our expense.
It feels like being capture. And I hate that. I really do hate that I felt capture and held against my will. My body would not yield to this mindset. People tried. I tried and I hate that I even tried? To forget Mama. To push her out of me? But. I couldn’t. So I hid her in plain sight.
And I just embraced myself. I let people call me crazy. They called Mama crazy. Cuz I came from her. And folks didn’t even realize that they put her down when they put me down? And I had to work on my anger about that. How could anyone I grew up around really see me without seeing my Mama? I’ll never get that?
When I met Mama at her home the first time it was clear as a bell who I was like? My interested? My voice? My walk? My calves? It’s was hard being a piece of Linda growing up in another town where no one knew her? So fun facing what people said about her giving me away alone. My family can never, make up for this loss. This is not about making up here.
It’s about what’s left after all was said and done? It’s about what are we going to do now? Are we as a family going to allow Adoption going to define us now? My question is, “Is this it?”,”Is this all we got?” “Is this what me and my family are made of?” Are we quitters? I never quite loving them? Is this it?