My Italian man(Rewriting)

life story

Looking back as a kid I never had a good childhood, my mom died when I was younger and my dad kicked me out for crack, we used to have that father-daughter bond but when my mom died it crumbled. I never had the up-to-date clothing when I was going to school so people always made fun of me because of it. But one thing I do love is my name Karma I'm about 5'4 curly haired and thick asf I have a few tattoos but sometime sooner or later I'm going to be fully tatted up, my name gives me confidence and it tells people that I'm not to be fucked with. After high school I didn't let anyone run over me, and that's when l I met a guy named Damion who introduced me into the drug world , Damion has always been doing drugs and even tried making a pass my way several times but that could never happen because he's just nasty. After coming up and hustling I was able to afford the luxury things that I could never afford as a kid , like my own condo in New York and my own all black dodge challenger that I cherish so much I put my blood ,sweat , and tears into this car. Damion did help me at some put when I was at my lowest, he saved me from being homeless when my dad kicked me out so I guess I appreciate him for that. People always judged me for what I do but do I care hell no because one I didn't have a choice, you never have choice in this lifestyle. But enough of all that let me tell you how it all started from me being this heartless, non-caring ,don't give af attitude, to meeting my Italian Man.