<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-2945057366007638333</id><updated>2024-03-08T08:30:14.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SoftSpoken</title><subtitle type='html'>Hear my words I&#39;m here to help.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945057366007638333/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08546700630617553692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945057366007638333.post-8665024587090261967</id><published>2013-10-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-09T12:18:00.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>There are things that happen in our lives that we cannot control. Survival of these experiences are what makes us who we are. Had some things in my life changed in just a millisecond I&#39;d have a different opinion on life. Just a few thoughts of mine:&lt;br /&gt;
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What if Momma knew Pappa was a rolling stone, and decided to abort me so she wouldn&#39;t have to do it alone?&lt;br /&gt;
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What if the police came in shooting during one of those raid, didn&#39;t realize I was a 6 foot kid and I got sprayed?&lt;br /&gt;
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What if my first sexual experience had led to a kid? What if I had to get money cause Auntie couldn&#39;t feed both the baby and me?&lt;br /&gt;
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What if the street got its hands on me before the Army did? Could I have been there to save Anthony, Maintain or Pooh, or be with VV doing a bid?&lt;br /&gt;
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What if&amp;nbsp;I didn&#39;t make it back from Iraq or Afghan? Would you have been able to help my family understand?&lt;br /&gt;
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What if the spirit of Martin and Malcolm didn&#39;t live within me and my knowledge I decided not to share? What if me not sharing these visions caused you a loved one then would you have cared?&lt;br /&gt;
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Any one of these incidents could&#39;ve put my picture in the paper just one last time. So now I&#39;m going to use my talents and try to help somebody&#39;s life. &lt;br /&gt;
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SS</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/feeds/8665024587090261967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/2013/10/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945057366007638333/posts/default/8665024587090261967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945057366007638333/posts/default/8665024587090261967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/2013/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08546700630617553692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2945057366007638333.post-8462512480010239226</id><published>2013-10-04T07:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2013-10-04T07:24:38.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>INTRODUCING SoftSpoken (SS)&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you living &quot;The Dream?&quot; Not the dreams that you have at night. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m talking about the one that Dr. King shared with us on the steeple of the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on August 28th, 1963, before he was assassinated. &lt;br /&gt;
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Do you want to be independent. I&#39;m not talking about just being self-employed. I&#39;m talking aobut the Self-independence that Malcolm took 21 shots in the chest for. That gave us the rights to say I am a free man and you make your own way. &lt;br /&gt;
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You say no Mark I&#39;m not. And I tell you that I&#39;m guilty of this too. Although we believe so much in having securities and benefits there are ways we can get these ourselves. Where have we lost our control you say? We don&#39;t control our Streets, we don&#39;t control the food that we eat, nor do we control our own money. These are the reasons that struggles, drugs, and violence come into the game. We&#39;re too busy worrying about what we look like, whose brands are we wearing, who has the cutest baby, and girl where you get that hair. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now don&#39;t read this and think that its aimed at just the black community. The white community is feeling this pain too, just look at the facts. Living in the land of the free and the home of the brave there is no real reason to be living &quot;just trying to make it.&quot; Now I know that most people probably stop reading this after I spoke of Martin &amp;amp; Malcolm and that&#39;s cool because those wo choo no to read are the ones who have to stand in the unemployment office for a check. People parrish for the lack of knowledge and I write to pass on the things that I&#39;ve learned. I&#39;m in the business of changing the future of our children. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/feeds/8462512480010239226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945057366007638333/posts/default/8462512480010239226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2945057366007638333/posts/default/8462512480010239226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mlgant08.blogspot.com/2013/10/the-dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08546700630617553692</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>