Its doesn’t feel good.

Getting knocked around. No. Mama thinks I am some clown. She’s right. I’ve danced long enough. Painted up. I’m not trumpin. Trippin.

How did it feel reading my story? Not so good. Waaaa. To bad. I won’t clean that shit show up that’s what she got.

I paid the price.

And I’m paid in full now. So she can just do whatever. I’m Not burger king girl. You had it your way long enough. Now I get mine. Orders up.

To bad if you don’t like how I wrote it like I felt it. I won’t lie. I’ve been a lie long enough.

Go. Block and hide like a coward. That’s not me.

We collectively can change.

Show up. Do. Work on it. Crucify that flesh. Submit to the authority. Now


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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