<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702909899709834886</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:06:56.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there any relief in site</title><subtitle type='html'>This is just a little frustration I feel about the economy, and how it effects me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ms. Kenya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120504841322599798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7UNFVuJxS0/TZdifbv6RsI/AAAAAAAAACA/VkMpdzhfSdU/s220/on%2Bmy%2Bway.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702909899709834886.post-1888820496894428030</id><published>2010-01-28T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T05:26:23.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect Yourself</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I want to start by saying that what I am about to post, please don't refer to it as hating.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyZICvi0lAo/S2GMl5oBjzI/AAAAAAAAABc/qa8s4zvG3HY/s1600-h/13ps.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431777208337272626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyZICvi0lAo/S2GMl5oBjzI/AAAAAAAAABc/qa8s4zvG3HY/s320/13ps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get so tired of people saying that you are hating, when you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;merly just expressing your feelings.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just bugs me to see my beautiful black sistas in this position.  I am all for making money, but I just don't understand why a woman feels like she has to show everyone her assets in order to get attention, or "get paid".  The world as we know it is so messed up.  Values and morals are gone out the window.  Our young girls are looking at these images, and videos, and they feel as thought this is how they need to be represented.  I am sorry, but I am raising two daughters, and I do not want them to feel this way.  I try to tell my daughters that the way they will feel good about themselves is to go to college, and make their own money.  I don't want them to feel as though they have to be naked in order to make money, or to get a baller boyfriend.  If you ball for yourself, you don't need anyone to fit that status, and if you do get a baller, you can ball together.  I want my daughters to use their heads.  I am not knocking your hustle, I just feel like there are more things that black women should be representing instead of showing off their butt, and breast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These ladies have banging bodies, I can't even lie, but I just feel like if you show a man everything you got before he even gets it, there will be no surprises when he does get it.  Therefore he will treat you like a hoe, and not a woman.  You can have a banging body and still dress sexy.  You don't have to have everything hanging out for a man to still find you attractive.  This is what a lot of women do not understand.  I believe a man will have more respect for a woman who is not all out there like that.  When you dress half naked, you are sending the messege that you are easy, and that is how you will be treated.  If you act like a lady, you will be treated like a lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ladies, don't get man when a man calls you a bitch, hoe, slut, or jumpdown.  When you fit the description, then those are the names you will be called.  If you are a real lady those names won't bother you because you know what you represent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respect and love yourself, and others will do the same!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702909899709834886-1888820496894428030?l=mskenyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/1888820496894428030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/booty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default/1888820496894428030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default/1888820496894428030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/2010/01/booty.html' title='Respect Yourself'/><author><name>Ms. Kenya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120504841322599798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7UNFVuJxS0/TZdifbv6RsI/AAAAAAAAACA/VkMpdzhfSdU/s220/on%2Bmy%2Bway.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EyZICvi0lAo/S2GMl5oBjzI/AAAAAAAAABc/qa8s4zvG3HY/s72-c/13ps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702909899709834886.post-191059681270891515</id><published>2009-12-04T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:24:00.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to being faithful</title><content type='html'>What happened to marriage?  I was browsing through the blog sites today, and all I saw were stores about infedelity.  From Tiger Woods to Shaquille O'Neil.  It brought me to the conculusion that I don't think I want to get married.  I know everyone is not a cheater, but I know everyone has a cheater in them.  With all the temptation that surrounds us, we are all just a little curious to dip and dabble.  I take marriage very seriously.  If I every do decide that I will get married, I want to make sure that I remain faithful to my husband, and he does the same.  For all the ones who do get married, they should really think and make sure that person is the one they want to spend the rest of their lives with.  Why put that person through the agony, if you know you are not going to remain faithful?  Why take a vow before God that you will love, cherish, and be loyal to your mate.  People are cheating like it is nothing, and that is just not right.  I have been cheated on so many times, that I was blaming myself constantly.  So what did I do, loose weight, fix my hair better, by tighter sexier clothes, and for what?  For him to still cheat.  So then I ask myself, is it really me?  I did realize that it was me.  The reason I say that is because I was the one who was not happy with myself.  I did not love me enough to know that I was good enough to not be hurt over and over. I had to find a place in my life where I would put my needs first.  I am not saying I am all the way there, but I have come a looooonggg way.  Now I can look the mirror and like what I see, regardless of what the next person may think.  For the women who are being cheated on, don't try and think you can compete with these little jump offs.  They have that title for a reason.  Love yourself no matter what.  That man will see what he had, and he will come running back with his tail between his legs looking like a little lost puppy...(ie Tiger Woods)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702909899709834886-191059681270891515?l=mskenyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/191059681270891515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-being-faithful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default/191059681270891515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default/191059681270891515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-happened-to-being-faithful.html' title='What happened to being faithful'/><author><name>Ms. Kenya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120504841322599798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7UNFVuJxS0/TZdifbv6RsI/AAAAAAAAACA/VkMpdzhfSdU/s220/on%2Bmy%2Bway.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2702909899709834886.post-5509803363381817665</id><published>2009-08-13T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T05:51:43.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I am just wondering why we as black people have to suffer so much.  I work 2 jobs, and go to school, while trying to raise 3 children.  Sometimes I get so frustrated that it hurts.  It just seems like we have to struggle and scratch to just be able to make ends meet, when others get things just handed to them.  No, I am not a hater, but it is just so frustrating to see my people having to struggle so hard.  I really would prefer not to be have to work two jobs, and be more involved in my kids life.  I hate it because it eats me up inside, and sometimes makes me feel that I am not a good mother.  I feel like I have to neglect them some just to put food on the table, and make sure bills are paid. I hate to see their faces when I come home from one job, kiss them, and tell them to do their homework, and then I am out the door to the next job, while trying to do homework and study. But, they now that I love them, and that what I do is for them only. I keep saying that a relief is in sight, that is what keeps me going.  I know we are very strong people.  We are use to the struggle, so it's second nature to us. We just know to do what we have to do.  I love being a black woman.  I wouldn't change that for anything in the world.  There is nothing like a strong black woman!  I am hoping one day I will be able to just sit and realax without working so hard.  I feel like that day will be when I am old and gray, but hey that's ok at least I will enjoy some good days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2702909899709834886-5509803363381817665?l=mskenyablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/feeds/5509803363381817665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default/5509803363381817665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2702909899709834886/posts/default/5509803363381817665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mskenyablog.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Ms. Kenya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07120504841322599798</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7UNFVuJxS0/TZdifbv6RsI/AAAAAAAAACA/VkMpdzhfSdU/s220/on%2Bmy%2Bway.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
