I grew up with my grandma. We frequented the food pantry and got our clothes at the Salvation Army. Girls in my neighborhood dropped out of school and worked where ever they could. And many worked as strippers and turned tricks. The boys dropped out and worked or went bad. My grandma stayed on me and I graduated from high school. In high school I had a boy friend, a man who worked for the city. I had an abortion. My grandma didn't know.

I felt guilty at first but I liked sex, I was pretty wild. My boy friend came to see me while my grandma was at work. He got in trouble for unaccounted time and was fired. After high school I got together with a truck driver and got pregnant again. He left me with the baby and no job.

A friend got me a job at a strip club, but I chickened out. I finally got a job at a restaurant. There I met a man and moved in with him. He got me a job at an office in reception where they had benefits. I moved back with my grandma and I sleep around with a man from work.

I am not a good person, I like sex too much. Only my grandma thinks I am good because I graduated from high school.

I wish I could rent a place of my own and live with my daughter so I can see my man at my own place.