I know that as you browse these pages you see all kinds of human emotions smeared all over the pages. And some make sense and some don’t with words, but a feeling is here that you can not explain away, for I show you my grief and I let you feel it yourself, so you an truly judge if its real. I do not primp myself or you to parade through her and pick here or there. No my heart is strewn all over the place, and you must walk lightly as not to break it any further. For a child lives here. And she is a sacred being within a woman who is grown. And this child demand that someone stand up for her, and so I advocate for her. My inner child, whom no one could see, I hid her away until it was safe to come out. And the Lord has been helping me wake up, so I could help her. I had to become strong enough to stand against a nation of fools, who would rail against me and call myself and my people illegitimate. For God made us just like you. And you have no right to take our affects and our birth certificates, you took our Mother away from her calling and left them to die.
Our Mother are strewn across this nation, in shambles, wishing to die, for the deed is done and they know the great lie perpetrated on them. They feel the great gash that has sliced at the very heart them. They are bound by words spoken over them by their own Brothers and Sisters, “Unclean!”, “Unworthy”, “what will the town think?’ What about the family name?” But oh, a lie perpetrated by the Church itself, on it’s own woman, like Mary? These woman did not have a chance in hell, and the world watch it happen so ignorant of its determent to the entire human race. If one suffers, we all suffer.
Well, let my voice hit the cold dry air, and let it ring from the top of the tower! Set my Mothers free! Damn you! She’s just a woman, who thought she feel in love. Hell, maybe she did? But we got all these ideas about it, and such. And we think we know it all don’t we? So smug. But I have lived a life I would not recommend to anyone, for although it was a good life, and my Adoptive Mom worked her ass off, but I was another woman child! Why the hell did another woman have to raise me again? I love her, but I really miss my Mom? Thank you!
And if one more person talks about drug addict Mothers, I am going to scream! Let me tell you this, And that truth was real as the freckles on my skin, and my blue eyes. But to be with my Mother would bring disgrace I imagine. I never really have gotten the whole story out of my Mom. She says she did. But I was numb when we met, like in a fog.
Do you know how hard it is to be an adopted Mom? Like she is competing with a ghost that she does not even know? She is racing with someone inside your head, and she has not even gotten a manual to understand her? So lets give it up to the Adopted Moms and Dads who take on someone elses, what the world called a mistake? Thank you for showing up.
But I feel we can do better than rip kids from unprepared Mothers and give them to another unprepared Mother! Why are we not preparing woman to co-create life? Why is this ability not celebrated here in America where I live? Why did my ancestors not stop my Mother? Was she caught in a snare? Or were they brain washed too? Have I been born to stop this energy from reaching havoc on my family line? Have I come to remove the stain society placed on my own Mother, a stain so deep that she does not reconnect herself in me?
I think we can do better than tear a woman life apart by starting her out on the most important journey, and not giving her all the info. Oh, how about not letting dumb ass self proclaimed no it all, tell an entire world its’ ok?!!!!!!!
This is a moral issue and an ethical one as well and goes deeper than the paperwork we have yet to see?
I mean, ourMother are still brain washed. And I am watching my own Mother reel from the sucker punch of my honest account. She could not even take it in! She had to put the phone down and began babbling stuff to my sister while I was on speaker phone that she did not understand, blah, blah, blah blah, blah. and I mean no disrespect. She was spun out!
So that showed me something and I was not sure what it was.But it would seem she was just not getting it? And she was so conflicted? What was causing this conflict? Oh, I see?
All that shit everyone said back int he 60’s about us and how we react and all that horse shit someone said. Well, that is what i am saying. There is anew kid in town and she don’t pull no punches, not even from my Mother. She told me the truth, that I need to tell the world. It hurt her like hell to do what she had to and she’s broken. And to hear me say it out loud, what she knows inside to be true, made her buckle to her knees. So I will take on this challenge for her.
I will right this wrong done to my family by a society so messed up that babies are not safe to be with their Mothers? WE can’t help woman keep their babies? It is more cost efficient to take them and give them to others and then have to pay for those children which is most of them to get help.For most of us were sick and that was due to grief that no one in their zeal to clear the stain of pregnancy without a father or matrimony , and the stain of being barren, seemed to be able to see.
Excuse my distain.
Such legal proceedings and such ignorance to be seen.