Not All Blacks Are Black

Not All Blacks Are Black

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Iniovosa Laya left Nigeria, to America, Chicago precisely, hoping thing would be as beautiful as she has heard, but sadly, America wasn't as she hoped, and thing were not so nice, as she realizes, that to them, All Blacks Are Black. Thrown with challenges and back breaking situations, she is left to figure her way in a world full of whites, ready to tear her down. With the help of unexpected friends, Iniovosa is taken on the journey of understanding the true meaning of life and how to survive as a black teen. Thanks to moi for this new cover... Need me to do one? PM me and thanks to glamorousdolls for the previous cover
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Stacy playfully rolled her eyes and noticed her Gucci flops that she wanted to keep for herself. Faith lifted her leg straight into the air and wiggled her ankles. "You like?" "Yeah, those are cute. How can you afford those?" Stacy asked intriguingly. A girl close to her age wearing Gucci and other expensive designers on her wrists, definitely fascinated her and she wanted to know how she could make money like that. Faith smirked. "I gets money." "You sell crack don't you?" Faith cracked up laughing. "Noooo." "You a business owner or something?" Faith hesitated, "I-In a way yes. You could say that." Stacy was puzzled by the game she was playing. She wasn't able to understand anything subliminal that Faith may have been saying. "I'm lost." She said. Faith got up and sat on the couch right next to Stacy. She whispered, "you ever thought of getting paid for something you normally do for free?" "Like what?" Stacy asked. Faith chuckled. "I'm talking about sitting your doughnut onna stick til the cream oozes out, ... feel what I'm saying?" And now everything clicked. "Sweat" Remake No, this is not exactly like "Sweat" but it has all the same themes, and I didn't want multiple books about sex trafficking, so here's one, new and improved. Previous names: "Caught Up"

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