They say you cry uncle. Not me.

My whole life I so wanted to cry Mama. But my A father was the one I called for in the night. After a nightmare or to get and go to the bathroom.

But I so wanted to call my Mama. But that want what I got and it seem not to be. And now that I am old and gray. I’m crying Mama seem it’s time for my day. To shout from my roof top and tell her with glee. I LOVE YOU DEAR LADY! Please will you see.

Why would I cry uncle. What did an uncle give me? Uncle John was a lawyer who drew up the papers that kept you from me. He killed himself when I was just 9, seemed he just couldn’t take it what he’d done to me.

Because he knew how much I loved my Mama. I told him each time he came to visit and talk with me. He knew what he’d done. I didn’t hide it from him. Why should I? He needed to know what he’d done to she and me.

I’ve always loved Mama it all just got twisted up in my head. This way and that way. Everyone tell me how to be. I’m Linda’s daughter I can now say with confidence and not have to back down. I know where she lives and the name of the town.

People told me I’d never get through. But they were all wrong all those children at school who told me forget her. She’s not your concern. But who does that when it’s Mamas name you want to learn.

Little did anyone know, including me. That her name was tucked into mine and that how it Be. With me and Linda, and Belinda she and me.

I really don’t wanna cry for Mama these days. I’d like to just call her and be who I am after all was said and done by old Uncle Sam.

Oh the red white and blue what did you do? Tell my Mama I would need her and could just go on. You didn’t know me. But now you do. As I tell the whole world what you did to me.

Human rights are a right this is true. So stop taking babies from Mama you know not what you do. And I’m here to tell ya, yes I know all about it. What it means to have to live without your own Mama.

Change. Is upon us. And change we will have. I and my people won’t test until we have. What’s ours by birth right. Well make you take it back. Adoptions a bully, one of the worst. Taking baby’s and trafficking them to something not better, but worse. Who in the hell wants to live without their Mama?

All she need was a little support? And encouragement maybe from a damn church.


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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