Adoption didn’t kill me per say. But I’m way different.

I see them. Those two people who made me. United with my flesh. All the gifts created from their union living within me. For anyone to see that gives a shit. Anyone that wants to be seen. Like me.

Living in some weird protective services is a pretty 007 kind of life for a girl like me. I was a hot commodity baby. Still am. Thanks to this family Genes. Thanks Mama and Daddy. You may not have made it together anywhere else? But inside of me. Safe and sound. Working great I’d say. Xoxo.

I’m your tinker bell. Pixie.

Evidently an Angel from under the covers? Lol.

Like no other. Xo

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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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