Ire Isegun
Bio
I am a transracial adoptee that has been playing the piano and composing for many years. I live off of creativity and am very proud of my black heritage.
Stories (3/0)
My Real Adoption Story
My name is Corey. I was born in Henry Ford Hospital in 1983 and was taken away at birth to be passed around about four or five Detroit foster homes. According to my adoptive parents, I had seizures, was malnourished and barely had the strength to lift my arms. I was then fostered by my current adoptive family along with other black and white children. Though they hired black workers but had no black friends, my adoptive family began the process of adopting me into their Irish Catholic home. My adoptive parents have three natural children and two adopted white children who are so in the fog that they can’t see sunlight. I am the youngest addition to the family.
By Ire Isegun2 years ago in Families
The Schizophrenic Whistle-blower
My story begins with the Tuskegee experiments. Shadowy White supremacist organizations in the government basically feared a black messiah so they meticulously tested black people’s D.N.A to discover “abnormations” that led to a person having different abilities. In the past, a whistle-blower outed these scientists for purposely giving black people syphilis in order to see how their cells would react in various ways. There was a hidden connection between these secret organizations, the adoption industry and the psychiatry industry. Social workers and child protection are used as tools for breaking up families that they think have “abnormations” in their bloodlines. Such “abnormations” lead to a person having abilities like super memorization, telekinesis, the ability to fly, super creativity, extreme intelligence, empathic powers, and any other form of psychic powers. Anything outside of their idea of “non-threatening” is labeled by their doctors and social workers as “schizophrenic”, so people can be secretly categorized for their abilities but dismissed as crazy or damaged in the general population of society.
By Ire Isegun2 years ago in Families
They Know We Can Fly
Jorian turned to his sister who had been holding their parents letter to the point that it had been tattered. "You are making too much noise. Shhh they'll hear us." Jorian whispered with an obvious hint of frustration and exhaustion. "Why can't we just fly away? " Jorian's sister Haraja whined. "The tracking device, remember? We have to break it and I have an idea how to so just trust me." Jorian replied. "I hate these soldiers. I want mommy and daddy" Haraja cried.
By Ire Isegun2 years ago in Fiction
