She used her body to get what she wanted, the material things. No longer wanting to live this life, she wanted her soul redeemed. She laid in her bed soaking up the pillow listening to the sirens being heard out the window, yearning for someone to turn to. All the bodies she’s claimed was from her sex drive and now she’s 25, the streets knew her as primetime, because in the hours of 6 to 9 she was servicing the fellas on the east side. She was cold, and with her 5’5″ frame brown eyes, coco skin and thick thighs with the coming of age she’s grown wise. Her real name was Keisha, what she really wanted was someone to teach her, teach her that her body was a temple and she should stand as a Queen, she didn’t need to degrade herself to get the things she need. She needed someone to listen but she was in a tough position. You see her mama didn’t care and her daddy wasn’t there, this poor little girl was just scared. Scared that when she would refused her body to be used she would then suffer the hands of abuse. This Queen needed to be rescued, she needed someone to confess to. She needed a hand to lead the way. She needed someone to tell her that she’s beautiful and teach her how to pray. She needed someone to love her and to wipe her tears away. But Keisha needed to learn to love herself first before any other. To all the Keisha’s out there I believe in you, keep you head up girl there’s a Queen in you!
Valerie Rene’a – Author