Here’s the the twisted

My Mother thinks.

This is all me?

I said before I’m a divine channel honey

the whole family is talking

I’m just opening my


And barfing it all


Go. Ask um

Look at yourselves in this mirror

You look dirty. Smell dirty

Your faces all flat

And white.

As they grimace, twist and squirm.

Like losers and worms

Trying to get out from

Under gods thumb

From being called out

Yep. Everyone

Talking smack behind my

Back and yours

And me

I’m just telling it like it

No need for a verse

Oh my!

I went there didn’t I?

And you to. Talking smack to god about me.

Wicked old woman. Ungrateful

A gift for you from the other side

Oh that’s right?

From The one you denied?

You wanted to know

And prayed to God

Who do I trust now?

No one

Except the one that speak the truth

But you loose

How could you even know what truth is?

I Don’t give a shit


I gave all my shits and you all just slammed the door. In my face

No thank you.


To my supposed family members

You losers

Talking Smack behind Peoples back instead of telling your nasty ass truths.


Lies that will rot in your mouths

What a mess you all are

I can clearly see now

Why God brought me back

To bust everyone asses

Yep. Vickys the worst.

True that.

I know god agrees

Call me


You’re all


You got me backing you down now

just calling all y’all out?

Watch them fall

Maybe now you’ll all kneel

To the king of kings and lord of lords

After all.

And clean up that sister act

Lame ass

Containers dish drainers

But don’t give me a call

Just call


My times up wasting my time on losers like this


That’s the thing about getting dirty

In front of a crowd

Dirt attract dirty

And bring um all out

That’s no team after all

Gonna give a shit about me now


all you haters on my body

I’m shaking You off


Sorry for your loss

Thank heaven god gave me to a stranger

Your a damn danger to society

This Lie detector

Naughty teacher

Trained by God.

Got sent home to teach you all

To not test God


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.

Submit a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.