My own Mama missed it.

She missed this girls laughter and love and hugs and flowers piked for her from her own yard.

And I know. That God sent a little ball of wonderful, I call a surprise, to her through the actions of another ball of wonderful I gave birth too, so that she from me could open her up to see a piece of me she could not seem see or comprehend when I was born. Someone who was much like I me, but so much more, than when I was that age, that could come to heal her soul like nobodies business.

A precious baby girl that I choice to keep and raise as my own. To prove to her she was wrong about me after all.


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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