School of hard knocks

The school of hard knocks. What’s that? Oh. A place they send the tough cases that ain’t tough cases at all. The parents could face themselves and blamed it on them. But. Better with us then them that don’t know our potential cuz the can’t see their own ship floating through this school of thoughts.

Watching person after person banging their heads moaning. Such a sight to be hold. Humans gone ape shit. Not believing in the kids. Wonder why this ships sinking. We winking the night away. Killing babies and the dreams that could have come with um if we could figure out there’s enough for us all to stay. Together when we pool together our thoughts and go higher United. Sharing with each other.

We all let it get out of hand not realizing we ride in a hand. Organic matter that matters to you who’s riding within. This ain’t no singular earth. Take some. And pass it down bro. Lack is a mentality first and then a disease in the mind we failed to realize there is more then enough. We must remember this or go crazy?

How do I know? I watched it. I watch it go on all day and night. What do I lack really? I have all I need and yet dare to ask for note. The audacity to ask for more? So, ill mannered for a girl to request seconds like a boy does. Who is she? Some hippie child reject. Yet. I got seconds and they did not. Just acting like snots who Mamas don’t know no better then to just ask for it and watch it appear.

Guess I had to go all Gandhi on the family mixed with drama. Walked Away from a dead end marriage. And took to my bed in the garage. What’s the protest? So glad you asked. My family’s dense. What can I say? Attention spans and all?

The road to-home. No matter how long ago. How fresh the wound is or scabbed. The road home is paved with your good intentions. I’ve intended this a lot. And here I am. On this road to home. Will she be there like always. Will we greet each other. Will I no longer be Pinocchio. Make this cycle end. I’ve asked repeatedly for my own Mama. And I have two. Which means I need them both. But ones blocking. Will she see this today?!

These are the thing adoptees think while grieving the loss of someone who’s still alive. Metoo.com

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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