Back to my roots. To the spirituality of my ancestors. Ancestors that now include, and were graphed into my maternal and paternal roots by my Own Mama decree a while ago. A treaty was signed. A child given. A mother taken away and a new substitute was given.
I’ve had to learn what being Adopted entails and requires of me. Due to the passionate way I was conceived. I’m a fire cracker. Pop pop pop.
To me Adoption has a way different meaning altogether than anyone said back when I was given away to another. And I can’t say that society has had any solidarity about it being the way. It’s most conflicting as I asked strangers what they felt Adoption was? And told them my truth and changed their mind forever about it. Forever. I’m a closer.
Mama may have opened the can of worms. But we don’t need to leave it open forever and just give away worms for nothing. Worms are a commodity too. Just like I was a commodity back in the day to maintain the peace’s. For poor people not wanting to see what they didn’t do for me. Yeah. I wanted to see what people would DO. I’ve tested many. Blown minds after blown mind as I really saw what happened to me time and time again.
I blow minds when I speak. That’s why they call me crazy as if I make this shit up? Why do people think it’s so powerful? I know it’s the remedy. And if people don’t like it? Well stop. It was done to me? Life poured into me separation aka dishonesty and delusions. And I stayed strong? Remembered who I really was? Like walking through zombies. Mad. You look just like you Mom and Dad? I can see you there? Great! I wasn’t in there when I got here, thanks for letting me know that I’m in there now, when I know, by the way, I did that myself from scratch. Thanks honey.