A song Mama. Always makes it better.

Just let your hair down Mama. It’s ok. You don’t have to be so strong. You’ve now got me.

Even when I’m gone. I’m still there loving you.

Even when I angry. I love you.

Sometimes you got to loose your mind to get a new one. Grace is our insurance. For a new day.

Those birds that sing outside your door? Sent to you from me.

Why did I clean the windows if not to remind you why Phil Bought that place for you? So that you’d always have that beauty to see when life is rough. To remember his love goes that deep he planned way ahead to take care of you when he was gone.

Let me stay. This time. Don’t send me away anymore. Please. I’m tired of you denying me. Don’t you feel tired too?

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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