My knees were weak and shaking

As I stepped up to the mic

As God pushed me

My time to speak

I knew the message

Wouldn’t be easy to hear

But let out the belts

And whipped ear and every ear

With my truth

Well earned

Growing up

In the hands of the world

Denied my own Mother

By her own hand

She turned me away

Because of a man

To deaf dumb and blind to see

Me as a blessing

Sent by God

To heal her wounded heart

Now that’s the shame

Of it all.

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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