All The Wrong Reasons

The story of Nia Edwards began with a single word.

Love.

To Some People, it was the most secure feeling. It was avid, a sentiment unable to be characterized by words-something pure, painful, sweet, and dreadful all at once. To others, it was constraining. It was Shakespearean and delusional-a possibility full of drama-limiting as it was expensive. But Nia never saw it as any of these. To her, loving meant giving her body, heart, and soul-it meant giving her all and It might have been ideally delusional but she'd always been the sort to love naively.

Who could blame her?

Growing up as a colored girl in a white man's city wasn't as lenient as one would think it was and after being thrown out into the streets by her foster father who had constantly tried but failed to get between her thighs, she'd been left stranded, with nothing but her persistence, strong will, and high hopes for a better tomorrow.