People seem to want me. To play nice. When people are not playing nice at all.

All day. All the time I see this kind of thing. But no I’m trying to be labeled again and again.

Where are my sisters on my Mother’s side? no where near me that where. Couldn’t even care. That’s where. And that folks. Is what adoption does to families.

They just ignore you ever were. Deny that your a part of the family. Excuses. Excuse. Excuse for continued bad behavior and I’m the bad guy? Because I write about it? Really?

Privileged one? My ass.