Blame it on the moon Mama

Yep. True. And my Daddy’s would all agree. Don’t be shy now? You knew it was coming Mama. Your new debut. Of the new and improved you.

Own your associations with all these men. They owned theirs of you. Their love for you is real and I have been allowed to feel it and express it here to you before God and everybody Mama. For the love of You. Hell? I know just how much God loves you. God showed me by cutting a big whole in my heart shaped like you and then let me wander around trying to find the piece missing from within? And fashioning it as best you can from the 9 months of bits you were given?

Please excuse me if my memories have recounted so violently? That is how it felt loosing you once. I’d fight hell and fly back on fire and would never loose you again. Guess I kind of did? Let them. Who ever them are? Say what they will. All that matters is here and on your answering machine are message of love sent by your daughter. Sue me. I love you truly.

Never met a girl like you Mama. I’ve missed you so much it hurts my heart to know how close you are. Staring at a lifetime of feeling so misunderstood and yet the only thing that made sense to me was you. My true north.

If revenge is what your looking for I’ve already inflicted it by talking all along about you! Let people tell me I am crazy? I had to see folks act like that? “Crazy? I would think in my head?, hmmm? Seems he or she could care less for their Mamas? Such a shame? So ungrateful.” “They only have one, poor souls? I’ve got two, tell me who’s grateful? I’ve got two and you’ve got one? Lol. Looks like I win”.

I am lucky and blessed and don’t have a problem airing out laundry, dirty or not? If you all want to watch me wash all my laundry don’t blame it on me your nosy? I can clearly see, you hide yours so we are even now aren’t we? Except folks can see me cleaning and washing? And you just stuffing it away? Letting it mold? To good to clean? To busy? To too.

I think the president said it best.

Own it Mama. You’re hot!

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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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