I'm Navaya. (Nuh-Va-Ya) and I'm a stripper. Not by choice, I think it's a gross and revolting job for a young woman to have; but I do what I have to do for my daughter. My daughter I had a year ago, little Avaya. Kinda rhymes. She's the most precious thing in the world to me. Everything was good up until 6 months ago.. My boyfriend, or should I say my ex started hitting me. Things got worse and worse, but he took care of me, and my babygirl.... One night he got killed in a car accident and died on impact. I cried that entire night.
"mommy what's wrong!? stop crying mommy!" my daughter said tugging onto my shirt as I sat in the hospital after hearing the news.
"someone get her!" I said in frustration. My brother picked her up.
"let's get you some juice, lil mama.." He said picking her and they went around the corner.
I had no one. Within weeks things started piling up. Bills mostly, I coulnd't pay them all, so I made the decision to get a job at a strip club. It paid goo...