<?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-13024549</id><updated>2011-12-08T18:38:41.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May my words also be free</title><subtitle type='html'>This site is about words.  FREE YOURSELF and EXPRESS YOURSELF ON WHATEVER!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-114048499095912605</id><published>2006-02-20T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T17:26:52.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Grace</title><content type='html'>I was inspired by your fire.&lt;br /&gt;tandalized by your verse.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to march if you lead.&lt;br /&gt;Feared..&lt;br /&gt;the reprecussion of a born leader like us&lt;br /&gt;possessed..&lt;br /&gt;hunted..&lt;br /&gt;and stalked&lt;br /&gt;We rolled with you because we also&lt;br /&gt;had that demon&lt;br /&gt;ready to ride or die&lt;br /&gt;fighting the angel on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;"The Battle of Salvation"..&lt;br /&gt;loosing the war against&lt;br /&gt;"temptation"&lt;br /&gt;fuck'n&lt;br /&gt;kill'n&lt;br /&gt;cheat'n&lt;br /&gt;steal'n&lt;br /&gt;"Hallelujah" if you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Set me free.&lt;br /&gt;fighting for grace in a world of sin.&lt;br /&gt;fighting for salvation&lt;br /&gt;when the flesh just wants to give in.&lt;br /&gt;fight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**dedicated to Tupac Shakur&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-114048499095912605?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/114048499095912605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/114048499095912605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2006/02/fighting-grace.html' title='Fighting Grace'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-113033053410558169</id><published>2005-10-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T05:42:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair?</title><content type='html'>Cornrolls.&lt;br /&gt;extensions.&lt;br /&gt;dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;A black woman, Am I not?&lt;br /&gt;Smack mud in it, twist it up.&lt;br /&gt;Lay hair in it, braid it up.&lt;br /&gt;A black woman, Am I not?&lt;br /&gt;Mother of the Universe.&lt;br /&gt;Queen of the Nile.&lt;br /&gt;So why should I be judged by my hairstyle.&lt;br /&gt;A Black Woman&lt;br /&gt;I'm I not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Tsehai&lt;br /&gt;In memory of my sister Gail Davis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-113033053410558169?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/113033053410558169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/113033053410558169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/10/hair.html' title='Hair?'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-112785472136305684</id><published>2005-09-27T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T13:58:41.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught................</title><content type='html'>caught between them&lt;br /&gt;caught between love&lt;br /&gt;history with one&lt;br /&gt;beginings with the other&lt;br /&gt;How can I choose &lt;br /&gt;between my two lovers&lt;br /&gt;He has hurt me time and time again, but I always&lt;br /&gt;gave in and allowed him back in &lt;br /&gt;he fucks so right&lt;br /&gt;he licks so long&lt;br /&gt;but I'm almost convinced being with him is wrong&lt;br /&gt;our spiritual connection&lt;br /&gt;the years put in&lt;br /&gt;always wondering if he was a lover, enemy or a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sophisticated, Fine...a seasoned Vet, &lt;br /&gt;But then there is....&lt;br /&gt;him &lt;br /&gt;young,&lt;br /&gt;motivating,&lt;br /&gt;idealistic,&lt;br /&gt;keeps my mind in check&lt;br /&gt;we haven't consumated&lt;br /&gt;he knows the deal&lt;br /&gt;understands the veteran situation&lt;br /&gt;and respects the whole deal&lt;br /&gt;We flirt with fire.&lt;br /&gt;six degrees of seperation&lt;br /&gt;eight years of time&lt;br /&gt;he holds me tight respecting the borderlines.&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes we get lost in the thrill and the passion becomes to much&lt;br /&gt;the conversation is like a seductive touch&lt;br /&gt;He goes down on me and I flow like the the Nile&lt;br /&gt;so young&lt;br /&gt;so strong&lt;br /&gt;he holds me down&lt;br /&gt;going to town&lt;br /&gt;eating&lt;br /&gt;sucking&lt;br /&gt;pulling&lt;br /&gt;poking&lt;br /&gt;I'm groaning&lt;br /&gt;He's moaning&lt;br /&gt;and we want more, but I'm&lt;br /&gt;caught between lovers&lt;br /&gt;caught between possibilities&lt;br /&gt;caught wondering&lt;br /&gt;where I'm at in this novel&lt;br /&gt;the beginning&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;or..................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-112785472136305684?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112785472136305684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112785472136305684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/09/caught.html' title='Caught................'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-112622815690303450</id><published>2005-09-08T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T18:14:38.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What If?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/black.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/black.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I could live my dream and my reality was a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;....I made the clothes&lt;br /&gt;    instead of them making me&lt;br /&gt;....God was a girl, the girl&lt;br /&gt;    of all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;....I could be real with you&lt;br /&gt;    and you be real with me&lt;br /&gt;....I was part of the cause&lt;br /&gt;    instead of being the cause&lt;br /&gt;    of destruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;What if?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-112622815690303450?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112622815690303450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112622815690303450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-if.html' title='What If?'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-112415080984163908</id><published>2005-08-15T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:06:49.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/1157657531%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/1157657531%5B1%5D.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream reality and live fantasy, but I can drink destiny...I'm anorexic.....I'm hungry, but I don't want to I can't keep it down...This fantasy has got my world turned upside down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-112415080984163908?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112415080984163908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112415080984163908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dream-reality-and-live-fantasy-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-112087260520444520</id><published>2005-07-08T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T06:37:24.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbol.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/body.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/body.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece from a fellow poet that says it all.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Your kisses encircle my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your lips encircle my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your tongue, it tastes my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your voice awakens my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your spirit caresses my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your soul communes with my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your mind, it teaches my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your fragrance drunkens my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your fire, it soothes my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your fingers explore my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your whispers implore my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your heart, it adores my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your body pleases my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your hands, they're teasing my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Your all belongs to my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; You're destined to be my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)by the talented Lady Mayala&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-112087260520444520?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112087260520444520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112087260520444520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/07/symbol.html' title='Symbol.....'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-112067920908735100</id><published>2005-07-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T12:46:49.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fed up and completely don't give a fuck!</title><content type='html'>I have a lot to be greatful about.  I'm finally legally single again!   My children "seem" to be happy and I have a job with a lot of things to offer.  Not to take all of this out of consideration, but bitches also be trip'n.  Now a bitch could be anything or anyone, not just a female dog.  I can, will be and have to a bitch myself sometimes,  that's o.k.  If you step out of line on me I'm going to let it fly full force back at you.  No one including myself will ever build a solid foundation with god or anyone if you build it with insecurities and jealousy, selfishness and if you try to be cut throat to your own, unfair and ugly to your own, play little dumb ass games (and you know the little games you play).  Now your own could be your kids, your nosey neighbor, your girlfriend from back in the day.  So  many times I find myself sitting back and laying low because the full force that will come at you won't come from me.  It will come from the most high and it may even be for me.  I pray about everything...people don't believe that, but I do.  I'm greatful for my sadness, my happiness, my times of indecision, my times of great pain because I know there is purpose and reason in all of that.  Sometimes that reason may not even be meant for me.  I have deep thought and consideration in a majority of my endeavors...personally and socially.  So I find myself in a dilemna.....do I sit back and let people treat their own like second class citizens or voice my opinion.  I voice my opinion and if that is something you wouldn't have done.  So be it.  I don't always pick the second choice.  Each decision should be made upon that situation.  So I find myself at odds with a couple of people, who are on my shit list.  Truthfully I know this is sad to say, but I really think about on a daily basis of slashing there damn tires, burning their house down and selling their punk asses for a pint of shrimp fried rice.  I know that's bad, but that is how I truly feel.  I'm feeling cut throat and ready to honestly let a bitch know what is on my mind.  So if you say "fuck you" to me you better be ready to put your words in motion.  I will pray on this and let things flow as they may.  bitch to bitch.  sacred child to sacred child.  PEACE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-112067920908735100?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112067920908735100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112067920908735100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/07/fed-up-and-completely-dont-give-fuck.html' title='Fed up and completely don&apos;t give a fuck!'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-112018398108145588</id><published>2005-06-30T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:21:25.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distinction?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/nubians%20united.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/nubians%20united.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet&lt;br /&gt;How do I make the distinction...&lt;br /&gt;of hot sex&lt;br /&gt;from&lt;br /&gt;I do's&lt;br /&gt;delivery dates&lt;br /&gt;and anniversary cakes&lt;br /&gt;How do we make that distinction&lt;br /&gt;of you being unthreatened by my growth&lt;br /&gt;and me acknowledging your strength&lt;br /&gt;Can you find me&lt;br /&gt;in a garden filled with&lt;br /&gt;golddigging weeds&lt;br /&gt;high maintenance bees&lt;br /&gt;and game play'n dandelions&lt;br /&gt;cultivate my soul&lt;br /&gt;with your intellect&lt;br /&gt;your spiritual light&lt;br /&gt;and I will bloom&lt;br /&gt;bigger and brighter&lt;br /&gt;year after year&lt;br /&gt;cause I know no black man&lt;br /&gt;not beautiful and strong&lt;br /&gt;I know no black man&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't belong on a throne&lt;br /&gt;and when I see you&lt;br /&gt;like that line in the color purple&lt;br /&gt;"...I knew there was a God!"&lt;br /&gt;So when we meet&lt;br /&gt;black man&lt;br /&gt;I've already made the distinction&lt;br /&gt;You are the chosen one!&lt;br /&gt;(c) by Tsehai&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.picasa.com/picasa/index.php?tid=Y2NpZD0zOTM1' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-112018398108145588?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112018398108145588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/112018398108145588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/06/distinction.html' title='Distinction?'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111992891575542288</id><published>2005-06-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:27:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/Black%20Queen.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/Black%20Queen.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm an Afrakan Woman and yet I feel so disconnected from that which encompasses me.  Be true....really....that's all any of us can do.  Be true!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111992891575542288?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111992891575542288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111992891575542288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-afrakan-woman-and-yet-i-feel-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111836235579550065</id><published>2005-06-09T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T18:21:31.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/God.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/God.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot of pundering on the most high today.  From everything I read Jesus was a rebel.  He talked to all the people, prostitues and priests alike.  He called the people in power out and told them exactly what how the word pertained to them.  He looked different and he was different.  I bet if Jesus came back today, no one would believe her.  They would probably put him in a mental institution.  I don't know.  Today is a day of thought potpourri.  I have a job now and the people are great.  There are so many different people.  I've decided to try to do a documentary on different cultures.  I want to be a "culture chamelion".  I want to take a part of everybodies culture.  It's almost like my view of all the different religions in the world.  I don't think anyone is right or wrong as far as that goes, but I do think somehow, some way we all took a piece away from the whole.  I've started over on my "book".  Boy!  It's amazing how good we can lie to ourselves.  I've been celebate for more than two months now and I say it's not bothering me, but on some level it is.  Hmmm....I don't truly know why I'm being celebate.  I know I want to work on my spirituality and that I need this me time to figure out who I am, but who truly knows who they are?  Am I doing it because I still have feelings for my ex?  Maybe I'm doing it just because that is just what is being done right now.  Maybe I'm way to deep.  Just go with the flow.  Yeah.  I'll go with the flow and let the most high let it lead where ever it may lead.  Yeah!  That's the ticket! &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111836235579550065?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111836235579550065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111836235579550065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/06/there-was-lot-of-pundering-on-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111755984003327117</id><published>2005-05-31T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T05:38:48.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/60547/198076.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111755984003327117?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111755984003327117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111755984003327117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/helllllllllllllllllloooooooooooooooooo.html' title='Hellllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111751325545779836</id><published>2005-05-30T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:50:50.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He was sentual......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/sensual%20dream.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/sensual%20dream.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back in Cincinnati and the weekend was a blast.  I hooked up with majority of my family and friends.  I also hooked up with the raingod and we went out.  I was nervous and I drank a little to ease my nerves.  I didn't know what I was going to say or what he was going to say or do, but it was all good.  We talked so much, the bartender literally threw us out because it was like 2:30am and the bar was closed.  He took me down but to this beautiful water walkway downtown.  We talked and he held me and he kisseed me.  DAMN!  I haven't been kissed or held in so long, I literally melted.  Fa-she-zee Ma-ne-zee!  The raingod rained kisses on me that took me there.  There you hear me, but I told him that I was on this journey and celebacey was part of the plan.  He was such a gentleman, he listened and respected that.  Whoa! It would figure that soon as I leave Toledo,  I would hook up with this beautiful black King.  It was good.  What else can I say.  Even after after god was done creating the earth in seven days,  all he could simple say was....It was good!  That phrase may be simple, but it says a whole lot you know.  I don't know.   He left a lasting impression.  Maybe the timing was just right or the stars lined up just so.  I can't call it.  Is life just a sum of my experiences or what I evolve into after those experiences?  I don't know.  Stay tuned next week Tsehai finally learns how to masterbate.....lol.  Just kidding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111751325545779836?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111751325545779836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111751325545779836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-was-sentual.html' title='He was sentual......'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111741043234826984</id><published>2005-05-29T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T16:47:12.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexual Attraction </title><content type='html'>I have been back in Toledo the whole holiday weekend and I have really enjoyed myself.  I have to say that Toledo is better when you visit and whole a hell of a lot better leaving it.  I don't know what is going on with me and my sex drive.  There was a time when I didn't think about sex, but now I don't know what is going on.  I haven't had sex in about two months now and I feel stimulated by the slightest touch.  What is that?  Why and what, when where and how is this happening to me?  Hmmmm.  I just analyze it and take it in for what it is and leave it at that.  I could never masterbate and believe me I have tried, but I don't get any pleasure out of it.  I need a beautiful black nubian man.  I'm not in a rush for sex to happen.  When the most high wants that to happen it will.  I'm not going to rush it.  I have meet some very interesting people, but nothing special.  I'm not looking for anything special.  Really I'm not looking at all, even with all the sexual stimulation.  I don't want to make the same mistake twice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111741043234826984?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111741043234826984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111741043234826984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/sexual-attraction.html' title='Sexual Attraction '/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111715457582048157</id><published>2005-05-26T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T17:42:55.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/shemar_moore_ALL%20WET.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/shemar_moore_ALL%20WET.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man right here has ruined my life.  Just look at him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111715457582048157?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111715457582048157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111715457582048157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-man-right-here-has-ruined-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111713919568159489</id><published>2005-05-26T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T13:26:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/female%20symbol.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/female%20symbol.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neo-Soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111713919568159489?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111713919568159489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111713919568159489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/neo-soul_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111713501375856323</id><published>2005-05-26T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:42:57.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I have a Neo-Soul (new soul)!</title><content type='html'>I was very analytical about life today. I pundered my place in this universe and I wondered if I was O.K. I wondered if my lack of motivation to achieve the new house or the new car meant that I was lost. I think not! I'm motivated to make a difference only where it matters to me. I don't feel bad because I don't have the six figure salary or new caddilac, but I do feel bad because I haven't made a difference in the life of a child. I want to may a difference in the lives in our children. I want them to know it's alright to have nappy hair and dark chocolate skin. Bascially it's alright to be you, whatever or whoever that may be. I'm frustrated because I'm letting my own securities, my own drawbacks hold me back. I will be alright. I want my kids to have the best, but not at the expense of their souls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strive black girl&lt;br /&gt;know you are not enough&lt;br /&gt;but that which guides you is more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111713501375856323?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111713501375856323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111713501375856323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-i-have-neo-soul-new-soul.html' title='Today I have a Neo-Soul (new soul)!'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111704441501362826</id><published>2005-05-25T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:06:55.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I do appreciate it!</title><content type='html'>I appreciate.....&lt;br /&gt;menstration&lt;br /&gt;dumb ass men&lt;br /&gt;and dumb ass women&lt;br /&gt;car breaking down&lt;br /&gt;back stabbing&lt;br /&gt;no sex (for the past almost two months)&lt;br /&gt;spider crawling in my bed&lt;br /&gt;family trip'n&lt;br /&gt;kids whine'n&lt;br /&gt;bush being in the white house&lt;br /&gt;having no job&lt;br /&gt;utilities past due&lt;br /&gt;people not responding when I say "Hello"&lt;br /&gt;no companionship&lt;br /&gt;Why do we only think we're blessed if things go our way?&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111704441501362826?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111704441501362826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111704441501362826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-do-appreciate-it.html' title='I do appreciate it!'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111689792316570212</id><published>2005-05-23T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:25:23.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May my words also be free: Words Unlimited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-unlimited.html#comments"&gt;May my words also be free: Words Unlimited!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111689792316570212?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111689792316570212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111689792316570212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/may-my-words-also-be-free-words.html' title='May my words also be free: Words Unlimited!'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111672370209426904</id><published>2005-05-21T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:01:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/640/nuwabian%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/5860/320/nuwabian%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enjoying the energy of life&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111672370209426904?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111672370209426904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111672370209426904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-enjoying-energy-of-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13024549.post-111651050534822726</id><published>2005-05-19T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T06:48:25.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Unlimited!</title><content type='html'>Hey...Hey...Hey..&lt;br /&gt;Do whatever..&lt;br /&gt;Be whatever..&lt;br /&gt;but speak it loud.&lt;br /&gt;move the crowd&lt;br /&gt;and rock souls in the endeavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsehai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13024549-111651050534822726?l=maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111651050534822726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13024549/posts/default/111651050534822726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maymywordsalsobefree.blogspot.com/2005/05/words-unlimited.html' title='Words Unlimited!'/><author><name>Tsehai or (Victoria)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12258469951109352691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4wbdXPcIfrI/Tji7nI6C6xI/AAAAAAAAACY/Erau3X1HNj4/s220/should%2Bi.jpeg'/></author></entry></feed>
