Her Vice

Decided to repost this story. Along with lots of editing. So quite a few things have changed, sorry for mad confusion if there is any but hope you like the well updated version.

Does anyone ever really plan to be what they are? We're all on earth for a certain reason whether it's to change it or make it worse at the moment we walk it. I have no idea what my place is here. Should I even be here? I feel worthless unless I'm around some sleazy man who wants an hour of my time. And you know exactly he wants with that hour. I think this is all I'm worth, letting people run through me and over me. I don't know what exactly let it click for me to have an I don't give a fuck attitude. But I just do. Maybe it was the moment I watched my mother take endless licks to her beautiful brown skin from men who gave her drugs and sex, or my father walking out of my house with a white woman, or the girls in elementary who'd talk endless amount of crap on each God Given feature I possesed, maybe the grown men licking their lips on their stoop as I walked the sidewalks in the summer, possibly not even knowing what Self-Respect is. I remember bits and pieces of the wise words that left my grandma's lips before she died. I never took it though. Gotta make it through my troubles one way or another.

This book is completely fictional, fictional characters and events. If anything in this book offends you it's not on purpouse. This book is truly inspired by stereotypes none of my own but those that I like to take the perspective of others. Comment and vote on how you feel.