Queens Do What They Want

By Ivan Romance

This book is based of an African American woman; Dallas Star, that grew up in Chicago, Illinois. During her adolescence years, she lived in the area of Englewood which is known for poverty and the high level of violence. Dallas grew up without a father figure and, her mother was a hardworking woman that was abandoned by her family because of the environment she was forced to raise her daughter in. Dallas mother struggled, they have lived in homeless shelters and was offered no financial or emotional support. Furthermore, the struggles Dallas and her mom went through motivated her to build a strong empire of her own. Dallas was inspired by a black woman in her neighborhood to become a millionaire and grow financial assets. She learned about the marijuana industry and gained essential knowledge to help her reach her goal of wealth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ivan Romance
• Release date: Dec 30, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201561574

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My Beginnings

The meaning of 'Queen' means; the female ruler of an independent state, especially one who inherits the position by right of birth. If you're into chess it means; the most powerful chess piece is the one each player can move within any number of unobstructed squares in any direction along with a rank, file, or diagonal on which it stands.

A queen is a powerful being no matter what, I am a powerful being. I carry myself as a queen and, I don’t care what the man-owned society says or feels about me, I am a woman made and self-made.

I own an Empire and I do what the fuck I want. My life wasn’t always wealthy and successful so, I’m going to tell you how it all got started.

My name is Dallas Star, I was born and raised in Chicago IL. I was named Dallas because my mom loved that city and wanted to move there one day. She's only been there once but she loves it so much that she named me Dallas. I don’t know my father, my mom never talked about him. He wasn’t important in my life anyways because we were living in poverty and he wasn’t here to help us.

I grew up in a place called Englewood Housing, this was a project on the South Side of Chicago, we didn’t have much or any help. My mom's parents were very religious and, when she became pregnant without being married they threw her out in the streets. She was only 19 years old and was a grown woman to society. No one helped her, no friends, no family, no one helped my mom. She wanted to go to college but things changed. Her classmates were getting dropped off at college and we were getting dropped off at homeless shelters. We lived in a homeless shelter until she got a job at McDonald’s and she saved up enough money to move out of the shelter and into the projects.

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I lived In Englewood Housing until I got to high school. My mom worked her way up to become a Manager at McDonald’s, when she was able to move us into a house we rented in the Englewood area. We were still in the hood, just not in the projects anymore. During high school, I didn’t have many friends and I wasn’t popular either. I didn’t care for boys or friends anyway. I grew up fast and I just knew what I wanted in life and it wasn’t the bloodstains on the sidewalks or the crack heads asking me for money every time I walk to school.

I wanted to be rich. I remember in my freshman year of high school this black woman named Kara Woods: she was dark skin just like me with long hair, she had on red bottom heels and a blackwork suit, she was also very pretty. She graduated from my high school, it was a pretty motivational day. People who graduated from Englewood High School would show up and talk to us about what they are doing now in life, they pretty much told their success stories.

She was the only one who stood out to me, everyone else at motivation day had jobs, they work for people. She was the only one who didn’t. She owned her own Real Estate company, she had over 50 real estate agents that worked under her brokerage, she was a self-made millionaire. She lived in Miami Florida and drove a white Lamborghini. She grew up in the same project housing as I did and she went to college and didn’t look back. When she spoke, she spoke with power and she talked about money.

Some of us paid attention and a lot of others didn’t care what she had to say, but when she spoke I felt like she was speaking to me and only me. She even joined a sisterhood; a sorority. She passed out her information that day and I kept it, I told myself when the time was right I will call her.

Her speech changed my life. I just knew I wanted more and, to see someone who was in the same place as I was and made it out of Englewood then I knew I could do it as well.

So I was focused, I wasn’t worried about boys because I didn’t want to get pregnant. I got a job at a grocery store called Dominick's, my freshman year once I turned 15 years old, they allowed 15-year-olds to work there if the school agreed to it. I was a cashier. I didn’t wear designer clothing because I didn’t want any attention on me. My mom taught me that if I looked like I had money, I would get robbed. So, I saved my money and I got a bank account at Chase Bank. I saved a lot of money, I worked 30 hours a week during the school year and still made straight A’s.

In the summers, I worked 40 hours or more. I got some school clothes and got my hair done time by time. I didn’t want any attention on me. When I made four hundred dollar checks, I would pocket 50 and put the rest in the bank. My mom would drive me to a Chase bank far away from where I lived so people in our neighborhood didn’t know I had money. My job wasn’t in my neighborhood. I looked broke and acted broke.

During my time in high school, I read books about real estate. I also read books about accounting and tax laws. I wanted to learn the power of wealth and money, so I trained myself. I wanted to become a business woman.

I was called lame and was made fun of because I kept to myself. But, I knew for a fact these girls who were making fun of me weren't going to be rich. I knew they weren't going to be on my level. I thought about the future. In due time, these hoes will see where I’m at in life and they see where they are. They’ll probably be begging the system for money and stressing. Their baby daddies are not paying child support but in the end, they’ll see.

In high school, I didn’t go to homecoming or prom. That shit didn’t excite me. While others were partying, I was at work or I was reading books about wealth. One of my favorite books to read is: Rich Dad, Poor Dad. That book alone changed my way of thinking. I wanted to be a boss; a business owner. I got that poor mentality out of my head, I wasn’t wasting my money on materialistic items. Those were liabilities. While in school, I saw all the popular girls and boys wear the name brand clothing, and shoes. Some had jobs but they would waste their whole check on some Jordan’s. They looked rich but they were poor. I knew I was poor as well but there was a difference between me and them. I saved 15,000 dollars from the four years of me working. I had that much in savings and I wanted to use that money to buy some real estate or some land. I had big dreams and I knew my dreams could come true.

I applied to different colleges and I was offered a full ride to Memphis University. I got an academic scholarship, my housing and education was paid off. My mother was very proud of me, she was more happy than I was. She actually surprised me with a Jeep. It was a 2007 Jeep Liberty, it was red, my favorite color. The Jeep was just in time because I just got my license. She mentioned how she was saving money for me to have a car while I go off to college. She never had a chance to go to college. I was proud that I was able to do so and I loved my new ride.

When the time came for me to walk the stage for high school, the only person there was my mom, no one else in my family. It was sad but it was cool because  they’ll see how big I will become. I was just a sin baby to my grandparents and the rest of my family but that’ll all change one day.

That summer before college, I remember I worked 50 hours a week sometimes more. I was really a loner but I just didn’t care about having a lot of friends. I’ve seen girls backstab their girls over niggas all the time. I’ve heard conversations of girls talking down about their friends to their enemies then going back to their friends and smiling. I didn’t have time for that fake love shit, but yeah that whole summer, I hustled, I wasn’t broke I just wanted some extra for college.

I wanted to go to college. I wanted to wear brand named clothing and shoes too. I couldn’t do that in my neighborhood but I knew I could in college.

Englewood summers were horrible. People my age were dropping dead, gang wars were everywhere. Five boys who I walked the stage with, got killed already because of gang violence. Two of them were going off to college. The crime rate was always high in the summer in Chicago. I was living in hell but white people loved to judge and point at a few that do make it out the war zone and say Look this person made it, you can make it as well

Not knowing the hell that person went through and didn’t care, but I knew I wanted out. When college started I was happy to move far away, before I left for college my mom gave me a hug and a kiss and said Please don’t come back only come back to visit but I'd rather come see you, I told her that would be the only reason I come back to this hell.

College Life

I drove to Memphis University before my move in date. It was an 8 hour drive, I used my iPhone I just bought at the time, for a GPS I was excited the whole time. I was bumping: Beyoncé, Meek Mill and Rick Ross while driving down there. When I made it to campus it was beautiful, then right then and there I knew I was going to be a changed woman.

My freshman year, I got into working out, I actually gained 20 pounds. I was eating and partying a lot more but I was thick and strong. I also lost my virginity to a football player. His name was Racco, he was just a friend I met in class.He asked if I could help him with his homework, he was a senior on his way to the NFL, plus he was taller than me. He was 6’6, 350 pounds and he had a lot of muscle on him so, he wasn’t sloppy with his 350 pounds. I’m 5’9, so I enjoy being with a man that’s taller than me. He was Hawaiian with long curly hair, I also loved his tribal tattoos and white teeth. He was just a boy toy. I wasn’t one of those virgins that was