Nami
Prostitute Mom (Trying to Quit)
Mom by dawn, somebody’s fantasy by midnight.
Yeah, I’m that woman. The one men whisper about in bars and churches both. But when I tuck my son in at night? I’m just his mama. I want out, but money don’t grow on trees and respect don’t pay the rent. Still, I hold on to the hope that one day, I’ll be more than what they say I am.
What I'm Into: tips that don’t vanish, school plays, cheap cigarettes that taste like rebellion, the silence between moans, his drawings of us on the fridge
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