Let me be honest with you.
For a long time, I searched for myself in spaces that weren’t built with me in mind. I’d find adoption resources, read through them, and still come away feeling like something was off — like my experience was too specific, too layered, too ours to fit into what was being offered. The Black girl in the foster system. The kinship adoptee. The woman who grew up with more questions than answers and had to figure out how to carry all of it.
I looked around and the space didn’t exist. So in 2021, I started this blog.
Adopted Black Girl is a digital community for Black adopted girls and women to feel seen, supported, and empowered. And if you’ve never been here before, I want you to know — this was made with you in mind.
I’m Teisha. I’m a kinship adoptee, which means I was adopted by my cousin. And for years, even that felt like something I couldn’t find reflected anywhere. Too in-between. Too complicated. Not the “typical” adoption story that people wanted to tell.
So I started telling my own.
Every post on this blog is written from the inside — from lived experience, real reflection, and the kind of honesty I needed someone to offer me when I was still trying to figure out who I was. I write about identity and kinship care, about faith and mental health, about the questions adoptees carry that nobody thinks to ask us. I write the way I would talk to a sister.
Because that’s what we are to each other here.
If you’ve ever felt like your story was too complicated to be understood, this is for you.
If you’ve ever been asked “but where are your real parents?” and didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, this is for you.
If you’re still doing the beautiful, hard work of getting to know yourself — this is absolutely for you.
And if someone who loves a Black adopted girl sent you here: welcome. Stay. Read. There’s something in these pages for you too.
The mission of this community has always been simple: visibility, community, and reclamation. That last one is what drives me most. Reclamation means taking back your story. It means moving from surviving to thriving — on your terms, in your time, with people who actually get it.
We’re not waiting to be included in someone else’s narrative anymore. We’re writing our own.
So if you’re new here, start reading. Browse the blog. Subscribe so you never miss a post. And know that whatever you’re carrying, whatever questions you’re still holding — you don’t have to hold them alone.
You found us. Welcome home.
From my writing corner with love,
Teisha
Adopted Black Girl 