I Am Not a Neat Box | Musings of a Black Female Adoptee

So as a child I learned not to linger too long, or speak loudly, and in essence distance myself from people. And THAT is how I believe I began existing as an other. Early on I was not given the privilege of building bonds with those who I was supposed to call family. I remember so many memories from the first part of my life on the outside looking in or more accurately, listening from the other side of a wall or a door. Because when people want you to be seen and not heard their first inclination is to not include you.

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