People Who Look Like Me
HELLO.
My kids were kidnapped by look-a-likes.
People who look like me.
I am good. I will take my chances.
I saw a post about the Supreme Court gutting voting rights. I did not agree with the gutting. Then I got mad.
Because what they just gutted was meaning to be for my family. For families like mine. For cultures like ours. For anyone — anyone — who has been dealt the corrupt blow from DCFS.
The Supreme Court took power from communities.
DCFS took power from living rooms.
What is the difference?
One makes headlines.
The other makes orphans.
I walked into hearings where every badge, every title, every nodding head looked like me. Black. Brown. “Trauma-informed.” “Culturally competent.”
And I still walked out without my babies. Vonyae. A. B.
So I ask: If we can fight for the right to vote for our leaders,
why can we not fight for the right to raise our children?
I am not anti-Black. I am anti-separation.
I am not anti-worker. I am anti-wreckage.
I am not anti-system. I am pro-family.
What DCFS gutted was 6:15 AM.
That is when I loved them first. Every day.
No court. No paper. No look-a-like can take that minute.
So I wrote a book instead. 6:15 AND I LOVE YOU.
Because if they can take my kids with paper,
I will bring them home with paper.
Different paper. Different power.
This is for every parent told to “trust the process” by people who look like you,
while the process took your everything.
Quiet space.
Brain-breathe.
We keep going.
Signed: Mommy
6:15 AM Every Day Always
CK97904C
This is my story. Not legal advice. Not case details. Just truth.
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