They took away the children, And they took away their names, And they gave them to new parents, To hide the shame. They said none of this would matter, Once it was covered up, But now I'm here to tell you That we have had enough. We need to know our histories Our own identities. It's not enough to tell is We're just adoptees. We need to know our race; our culture; Our medical history. As well as that, we'd like to know How we came to be. I cannot tell you what it's like, The frustration and the pain; Words cannot describe it They would only be in vain. Just try to understand What we are asking for; A vital piece of our own selves To fill the void - to heal the soul Lori Pringle |
Once there were two women Who never knew each other One you do not remember, The other you call mother Two different lives, Shaped to make yours one. One became your guiding star, The other became your sun The first gave you life, And the second taught you to live it. One gave you a need for love, And the second was there to give it. One gave you a nationality, The other gave you a name One gave you the seed of talent, The other you an aim One gave you emotions, The other calmed your fears. One gave you up, It was all that she could do, The other prayed for a child, And God led her straight to you. And now you ask me through your tears, The age-old question through the years, Heredity or environment which are you the product of? Neither, my darling, neither, just two different kinds of love. Anon |