princess hazzard {d9} cb, fin

[D6f Carmen Cantelou [aza]]

------------------------------ PRINCESS HAZZARD
------------------------------ EIGHTEEN
------------------------------ DISTRICT NINE
------------------------------ FIRST CB FROM RATMAS

This is a letter to the people who hate me.

First of all, my boyfriend is dead. I don't want another relationship, I just want sex, so yes, I work the pole. Yes, I live to serve the kings who throw money my way and that is okay. I am who I am.

Selling myself does not make me a victim. I do not need Sue from across the street telling me to find myself spiritually, I do not need anyone to hold my hand. If anyone makes fun of me, they can catch these hands. I have never been a victim... even when I was beaten up aged sixteen for ten dollars. When I woke up from the attack, I still had my ten dollars, my dignity and now post traumatic stress. It was character building.

Second, you look at me like I am ugly. Maybe I am, but, you are also unattractive which I am sure is challenging, but that is down to you. You cannot blame your problems on me because I am happy, and you are not.

Realisation. It is perspective that makes you hate. You are complaining from the sidewalk whilst I walk down the road, so get your life together. I am out here living lavish whilst you are getting dizzy hating behind glasses that don't fit your prescription because you are poor. I'm just going to nod and smile to people like you, love.

Third, please stop putting threatening letters into this mail box. You can tell me to die all you want and it will not hurt me because I am unafraid. Even if I were to get murdered, that murderer does not deserve a punishment because he caught me slipping. I think about death and it seems good; a funeral is a celebration because I am dead, and life was hard. When it comes to my body, you can do whatever you want with it. You can even throw it to a bunch of necrophiliacs so I can go out the same way I lived.

[Tom]

She's a queen!