Broken for I’ve recently recovered from a season where my heart was broken.
Broken as I now to witness yet another good woman’s heart break.
Break with grief after her beloved and family suddenly woke up blind to call her a “bad mother.”
Bad mother? What does that even mean?
Mean to a woman who carried this child in her womb for 9 months.
Months of pain, uncertainty, sacrifice, love and hope.
Hope that her baby would be welcomed into a safe haven of love.
Love that has now turned bitter, selfish and cold.
Cold as the prison cell she had to live in, 2 weeks away from her baby.
Her baby who’s now kept away from her embrace.
Embrace that she’s now fighting for in court.
Court that seems to traditionally see her on the losing side.
Side that’s not black, immigrant, nor minority.
Minority because her legal fees are out of this world.
World that would let a mother with a grieving womb fight for the baby she grew in it.
It is unacceptable.
Unacceptable, yet here we are.
Are you willing to help get back her baby by holding her hand?
Her hand that desperately longs to hold her baby again.
Again, are you willing?
Donate now to her GoFundMe campaign!