The Pimp's Daughter

ery ambitious and t

, I was just revolted and silence was the only refuge I had found. I knew that my silence an

want to have more friends but it was quite the opposite, the others

ld have liked to be as fulfilled as some of my comrades b

. To others, I was just Marvel, Chyna's daughter, the pimp. No parent wanted their children to rub shoulders with m

children just because they played with me. Nevertheless, as soon as I reached the age of reason, I

was. And yes, she was a pimp and she fully assumed it. She didn't hesita

o be as boring as the other mothers but no matter how much affection she gave me, the opinions of others always took over my head. I lived with my mother all my

ntity of her father. I have learned to live with the disdainful gaze of others and I must say that this is perhaps the only thing I can boast about. When I was 12, I swore to myself not to follow my mother's example, to live with dignity. From then on, I started to work hard at school because I understood that it was the only way out life gave me. I i

self that this world is not made for people like me. I was skillfully manipulated by the only two people I loved more than my own life. Now I feel dirty and robbed. I feel like these people took everything I could boast of from me. And it's only now, when I may be living my last moments, that I realize that the words dignity and happiness are big words. It is only now that I understand that in t

was certainly there, the most beautiful period of my life because even if in the end ever

ce of nature and the sea is ideal. As I stare straight ahead and head into a world I don't know, memories of the li