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Nobody knows what is going to happen to him from one moment to the next, or how one will bear it. This is irreducible. And it's true of everybody. 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You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.When something </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/OedH4wWY66I/waiting.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/OedH4wWY66I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8773935439374912787</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 16:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-21T13:42:55.963-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>random ish: this thing called Love</title><atom:summary>-the process of falling in Love is a scary one. and you are my biggest fear. walking, talking boogie monster who's scare tactics i crave and flee all in one breath.-when someone tells you they're falling in Love with you ... unexpectedly, what is the proper response? how do you handle someone's heart being handed to you out of the blue? what are the words?-i tripped over your name. saw it dance </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/4gVVssxd848/random-ish-this-thing-called-love.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SrewGEM3JHI/AAAAAAAABec/BtDKu7wkzqw/s72-c/thing-called-love.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/4gVVssxd848" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-ish-this-thing-called-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-191667808732263710</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T10:09:35.378-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tis the season.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">welcome to detroit city</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><title>Blackberry Travels: The Pictorialness</title><atom:summary>i take a lot of pictures with the PhoneBerry. didn't realize just how many i take until recently when i had to dump them into a folder on my computer... for the second time. lol.this summer has been unequivocally the WORST i've had in my life, but i'm blessed to be here and looking forward to betterdays. sooo with that said, let's take a peak into my PhoneBerry Photography for the last few months</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/4JSLFGBDUUs/blackberry-travels-pictorialness.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Spvr6AzqFrI/AAAAAAAABcY/lR7XLozmtW0/s72-c/IMG00869.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/4JSLFGBDUUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/09/blackberry-travels-pictorialness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5638118003344391729</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T13:16:42.197-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black people</category><title>I agree.</title><atom:summary> My aim is not to provide excuses for Black behavior or to absolve blacks of personal responsibility. But when the new black conservatives accent black behavior and responsibility in such a way that the cultural realities of black people are ignored, they are playing a deceptive and dangerous intellectual game with the lives and fortunes of disadvantaged people. We indeed must criticize and </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/6U-DODXmwX4/i-agree.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/6U-DODXmwX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-agree.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-6268636182357848938</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Aug 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T08:39:09.454-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freestylin'</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musicology</category><title>My Life According to Stevie Wonder</title><atom:summary>this was fun... a tag i received on Facebook. being lazy and posting it here. but don't worry, i have lots of new stuff to come for mi blog readers! :-)   if you feel it in your soul, please, do the tag! and then let me know you did so i can come be nosy. lol.Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to 12 people you like and include me. You can't use the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/OY54luAHWg8/my-life-according-to-stevie-wonder.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/So1DlpqbqYI/AAAAAAAABZg/TrW0an8N1gk/s72-c/stevie_wonder.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/OY54luAHWg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-according-to-stevie-wonder.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8297059300470757088</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Aug 2009 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T22:10:03.920-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>The Acquiescence</title><atom:summary>"the anticipation of love-making got you shaking when you're standing near me.."the build up has been almost impossible to handle.anticipating which scent you'd bless the atmosphere and my nostrils with on this night. what words would ignite the grin that led to the touch, that led to sweet kisses. who would be the first to intimately invade the other's personal space.and now, i stand before you.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/EI7OvkBMi4g/as-we-begin.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Snr6UUe1tcI/AAAAAAAABZY/3KMy9CZuTRA/s72-c/yessir.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/EI7OvkBMi4g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-we-begin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1453856835308836219</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-20T09:52:06.277-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>Ghetto Booty: The Hottentot Remix</title><atom:summary>courtesy of the lovely MzReport, i have been introduced to the very inspiring M.K. Asante Jr., and after doing a little research i came across this poem of his that i think is profound and speaks volumes to how far we haven't come when it comes to the way in which Black Women are portrayed to the world.For Saartjie BaartmanThe spectacle wasn’t you.Look at them:Men, without women, liningthe </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/hO9bWqCzlMA/ghetto-booty-hottentot-remix.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SmohXSUa4uI/AAAAAAAABZI/jbL8_Lc_TTs/s72-c/hottentot.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">11</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/hO9bWqCzlMA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/ghetto-booty-hottentot-remix.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-6846975692062831144</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T15:51:27.992-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">esoteric</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>the Best of Me</title><atom:summary>"freedom comes to those who seek and i am seeking its face and its many colors and sounds. i am seeking its truth while seeking mine because before i can be the best me for you i will be the best me for me. i deserve the best of me first."i read this on One Soulful Negro's blog and it moved me.this is the space i'm in.couldn't have said it more eloquently myself.through the battles i face, the </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/fl7z4TPYYoQ/best-of-me.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Smdb6smSDDI/AAAAAAAABZA/Bac4TeqzuLc/s72-c/freedom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/fl7z4TPYYoQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-of-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3303872646057091733</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-23T09:45:48.384-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><title>to Sir, with Love.</title><atom:summary>there are times when we all need a smile.the human moments when the weight of the worries and people you carrymay require you to pause, take a breather.even the strongest of us can grow weary.indeed the most confident find themselves unsure at times.so, when tides and spirits are lowi'll make sure to send waves of joy your waythe perfect scripture to make it okayprovide reason for laughter to </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/vBWNOYyR21w/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/vBWNOYyR21w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hold-true-friend-with-both-your-hands.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8434105970975933149</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Jul 2009 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T13:21:57.777-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><title>on wet pavement</title><atom:summary>his eyes were the first to betray the calm demeanor he was trying to convince her he possessed.his eyes.seemed like the devil himself had slithered beneath the rain-soaked cement, slipped into the soles of his $500 Prada shoes, inhabited his body, and now rested, quietly demented in his eyes.those eyes told her feet to move. she couldn't though. she didn't.she was frozen. stood still as if a </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/YedLjU54vXE/on-wet-pavement.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sl9B0DMJrnI/AAAAAAAABY4/b-o3SPPYDcE/s72-c/WetPavement.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">13</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/YedLjU54vXE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-wet-pavement.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-552150124343561641</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 14:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-13T19:15:51.905-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">for a friend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Muze's advice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>yes, we KNOW you can do bad all by yourself.</title><atom:summary>"i can do bad all by myself.""i don't need a man, please.""i'm focusing on ME right now, men are distractions."if you are a Black Woman, more than likely you've heard these phrases said by a sister, friend, cousin, or your very own voice vibrating confidently over seemingly convinced vocal chords, at some point in time.and while i'm not saying these can't be true adages sometimes, i'm finding it </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/jbHzfL_Rvjw/yes-we-know-you-can-do-bad-all-by.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">17</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/jbHzfL_Rvjw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-we-know-you-can-do-bad-all-by.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4560822764058095196</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Jul 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T20:28:13.703-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">noteworthy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>i was inspired</title><atom:summary>...by this little girl.Isabella Redford is seven.when she was five, her mother told her about twin girls in Haiti who'd been orphaned when their mother died giving birth to them. she wanted to help.she started drawing cards and selling them at garage sales. this turned into her cards being distributed by the Global Orphan Project, and she used those profits to build an orphanage in Haiti.she's </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/ve0Ur9UGuzs/i-was-inspired.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SlktBqU6PnI/AAAAAAAABYw/XaQytqv6b1g/s72-c/ht_haiti.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">9</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/ve0Ur9UGuzs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-inspired.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7405554896765025647</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2009 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-06T12:22:03.811-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>"hit me up."</title><atom:summary>sometime in 2008...her: hello?him: what it do, pimpin?her: is this...?him: yep. surprised?her: actually... yes. how are you?him: i'm, good. been thinking about some things.her: things like what?him: *deep sigh* ... you.-stunned pause-her: wow. okay...him: *deep breath* yeah, i know it's unexpected for me to call out of the blue like this. but you never returned my email, so ... knowing you, i </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/BGM9g5Ti1xI/hit-me-up.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SlIkoSim9JI/AAAAAAAABYo/e9JNQ8h6QjU/s72-c/email-in-inbox.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">16</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/BGM9g5Ti1xI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/07/hit-me-up.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7967735376396661037</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 22:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-01T09:46:09.035-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">musicology</category><title>the return of random ish: Here, I Stand.</title><atom:summary>- "i want you to touch me. thoroughly. firmly. aggressively. sexually. gently ... just once. i want to know how your fingerprints feel on my soul's epidermis. just let go and ... touch me. who knows what dreams may come ... true."- there seems to be recent uprise in celibacy among the womenfolk i know, both in "real" life and online. hmm. article? i've been without manfolkness for some time now, </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/xz66OmaAc04/return-of-random-ish-here-i-stand.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SkqCTiIuuQI/AAAAAAAABXk/8vmADctWpp8/s72-c/5064_97395018493_652343493_2141854_7381821_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">15</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/xz66OmaAc04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-random-ish-here-i-stand.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7066870917966792419</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-22T09:27:10.063-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>what would you do?</title><atom:summary>you come home from a long hard day at work and can think of nothing but relaxing with a glass of wine and a few classic oldies on the mp3.checking your messages on the way home, you smile as your honey's voice wafts through  your earpiece, telling you that their plane lands in a few hours and they absolutely can't wait to see you. you plan on lighting some candles and giving them a nice welcome </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/kn3nZaLxWDk/what-would-you-do.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sj-Gf_e_aoI/AAAAAAAABVs/QqpJle2Ky2s/s72-c/crash.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/kn3nZaLxWDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-you-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7053548336999632</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-17T22:09:58.085-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">my brilliant kiddies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>Fatherless : a poem by one of my 15 yr old students</title><atom:summary>so i work with a creative writing program for 3rd to 6th graders, and 7th-12th graders. this poem was written by one of the brightest young men i know, Justin, on his 15th birthday five days ago.So often I think about what my life will become.Will I be a victim to the same poisons that made a home on the lipsAnd then assaulted the minds of my brothers?I wonder, how will I survive?No guiding light</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/hMeR5LWDJjI/fatherless-poem-by-one-of-my-15-yr-old.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">20</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/hMeR5LWDJjI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/fatherless-poem-by-one-of-my-15-yr-old.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2296104177481013100</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2009 09:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-10T05:07:14.422-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>don't speak.</title><atom:summary>please.don't say those wordsgazing at me with that look in your eye ...the look that whispers to my backthoughts,the look that lets me know we need to talk.please.don't say those words ...the words that turn maybes into certaintiesand friends into boosthis heart of mine, it's been torn. abused.misused.and therefore very capable of ensnaring youin tangles of past due debtsnot owed by you.so </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/jnHcHxaMdYg/dont-speak.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">22</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/jnHcHxaMdYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-speak.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-5451590894276013142</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T10:04:40.454-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">freestylin'</category><title>traveling those roads</title><atom:summary>traveling on those roadsi found yousitting quietly yet stronglyunassuming.saw the stare you tried to pretend wasn't happeninglaughed at the way you stole glances atthe back side of mesmiled at the way you admiredthe front.i sat. we talked for a few hourslaughter eruptedseveral details lateri left.no information exchanged.but i'll always remembertraveling those roadsand finding you.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/Boh5tD5u5tY/traveling-those-roads.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Sh6Z50QfaBI/AAAAAAAABTk/Y8O2vGTp2JM/s72-c/long_road-ahead.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">10</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/Boh5tD5u5tY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/02/traveling-those-roads.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4269396211080932609</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 May 2009 09:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-26T11:09:56.624-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny ish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Muze's advice</category><title>hate to say it like this, but...</title><atom:summary>your insecurities are disconcerting.knowing you for this short while has made it obvious that therein lacks a confidence in your ability to please a woman wholly in any way. in your ability to know what is appropriate and what is not, when making an attempt to court a Woman.yes, a Woman.not the uncertain and inexperienced girl you so obviously have mistaken this Woman for. the young face does </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/c7hltY_dhUE/let-me-be-clear.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/Shu6VVsVI6I/AAAAAAAABTc/NMXJRh6_7AY/s72-c/time_to_man_up_tshirt-p.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">18</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/c7hltY_dhUE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-be-clear.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2331111818384493504</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 15:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T11:29:17.272-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My Novel- My Baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the Write Life</category><title>Deep Waters: the Prologue. Preview My Book!!!!</title><atom:summary>NOTE: book will be out January of 2010, God and Publishing House willing. :-) it is not by any means a 'hood' book, but of course, being that most of the characters are African American, i tried to encompass many aspects of the wide spectrum of lifestyles and struggles, joys and pains, that we live each day. thanks for reading!-PROLOGUE-Jasiri    Running. I am running for my life.  Pavement </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/ge73qvDEfnc/deep-waters-prologue-preview-my-book.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">33</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/ge73qvDEfnc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/05/deep-waters-prologue-preview-my-book.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4320082591507429195</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Apr 2009 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-27T09:08:12.594-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relationships</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>all i wanna do...</title><atom:summary>i've always been one of those women who wanted my own. my own financial security and the ability to buy ridiculous amounts of shoes if i want, my own home to walk around stark naked in, my own thriving career.having a man to be there to provide and protect is something beyond valuable, but having a man there to be your sole provider of all things money can buy, i just don't agree with.to each </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/InrwCMOLOyE/all-i-wanna-do.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9TqULWOWNks/SfWuLv_VxUI/AAAAAAAABSk/6PBNRCGf-YQ/s72-c/man-holding-money-4.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">25</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/InrwCMOLOyE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-i-wanna-do.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
