This blade

This blade it’s both ways

You gave me the knife

You thought was to kill you?

But some how it got given to a surgeon?

With a keen eyes for the wounded?

Transgressors of themselves

Holding grudges that make them bend over?

Blaming it on some other? Or on Mother. She’s a great one isn’t she? The butt of we the jokes.

As I twist the blade of words to make you feel it from all angles. As we strangle ourselves due to stupidity?

I yank the blade out. First my own eye. And I tell the tale so gruesome while I do yours. isn’t that how hey say to do it? Remove yours? Then remove it from another? Pay it forward? And how I leaves the best scare. Once you learn how to look through it at life completely different then others.

So. Crazy? Or miracle? You choose for yourself when you trying to choose for me. That’s your own judgement talking during the test.

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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