Disowned.

I cannot honestly tell you how many times I have been disowned. Trust me it’s been plentiful. I cannot tell you how many countless times I’ve heard I was unwanted. Literally “I should have had an abortion with you as your father wanted me to.“ I remember hearing the first time when I was 3. Deemed the problem child and too much of a lost cause, yes that was done as well.

It’s no wonder why I can sit here and understand it all so well.

I love the word literally because it means as it is written or spoken. Verbatim. This is why I love words. Words have meanings, sometimes multiple meanings if you’re willing to look deeper. Regardless words hold power in their true meaning. So to live in a society where no one knows what the hell they’re saying is beyond frustrating. Worse yet is someone who mistakes how the word makes them feel for its meaning. The two are not the same. Then it brings up common sense and what the hell happened to it? Seriously things that were once common are now missing and we as a society are feeling it. We have lost touch with the heart of the matters as we traded love for a love of beauty. Yet we never asked in whose standards, they simply fed it to us and we greedily ate it up. Allowing it to destroy our men and women and children. Filling them with this false vision of unattainable perfection. Destroying our cultures, our self-value, self-worth, common decency and so much more. While they profited off selling a cure for all broken pieces they told us we had. It was never enough greed took over and family’s turned on each other tried to play one another against each other. Some sick popularity contest. All the while relieving their frustrations on the vulnerable ones who didn’t have a voice to speak out. Until now.