I’ve felt like a “trapped animal” so many times in my lifetime. I’ve been suicidal, many times. Being adopted is like being totally alone. And I am a domestically-born adoptee. Here are thoughts from “an Asian face in a predominantly white world…” ….
Originally posted on Korean Adoptee Blues:
In honor of National Adoption Awareness Month, oh, sing me those blues, Ms. Holiday!
“Them that’s got shall have,
Them that’s not shall lose.
So the Bible said and it still is news.
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own…”
I’m looking out of our kitchen window at the first major snowfall of the season as I’m writing, and though it’s visually beautiful, there’s something about the muffled quiet and the bitter cold of a snowy winter that puts my mind in a state of solitude and melancholic introspection.
This particular day, it reminds me of how alone I am…
Alone, because odds are good that I will never know my original family.
Alone, because my adoptive family does not get me. At all.
Alone, because I’m an Asian face in a predominantly white world, and I’m reminded of that every day.
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