<?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-2520254250278210557</id><updated>2024-08-28T10:17:31.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Emancipated Queen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414768969111104594</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2520254250278210557.post-3257922307864840838</id><published>2012-07-25T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-07-25T09:54:38.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>How many women believe that they are beautiful?&amp;nbsp; How many are told that you are pretty/beautiful from your significant other?&amp;nbsp; Do you feel that you need that validation from a man to feel good about yourself?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m listening . . . &lt;br /&gt;
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I know it&#39;s been some time since I&#39;ve been on here, but as you can see, the &#39;Advice Column&#39; did not go over too well.&amp;nbsp; So here I am, back to the original drawing board.&amp;nbsp; I want to talk about people&#39;s views on women in positions of authority.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Being at times the only person of my race and gender in certain authority situations, I feel that it is expected that we behave like men (in a sense) in order to be treated as equals.&amp;nbsp; So what&#39;s on your mind ladies . . . do you feel that you have to compromise your femininity just to make it to the top?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;I just got back to having a relationship with my Mom.&amp;nbsp; She has been in prison for most of my life and she never raised me or my sisters, but I have been trying to give her a chance.&amp;nbsp; I want to love her an forgive her . . . but it&#39;s hard to not remember how she left us.&amp;nbsp; What do I do?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&amp;nbsp; R.K.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear R.K.-&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s a hard one.&amp;nbsp; I would say that forgiveness is essential if you want to progress, because if you don&#39;t forgive, you will be walking around with that pain in your heart for a lifetime.&amp;nbsp; You will feel anger, disappointment, hurt and all of these emotions may be confusing.&amp;nbsp; But remember, your Mom made her choices in life.&amp;nbsp; You can CHOOSE to love, forgive and heal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I think that it would be helpful to express your emotions to your Mom, or someone that you trust.&amp;nbsp; Expressing your feelings will be the first step to healing.&amp;nbsp; Your Mom may not be ready to accept the wrong that she has done, but at least you will feel some freedom from carrying the weight of the past.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray that you and your Mom work things out, and will continue to pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;My husband had cheated some years ago, but I have had a really hard time trusting him, even though I love him.&amp;nbsp; Now that he has decided to be all nice and loving, I don&#39;t know if I should believe it.&amp;nbsp; I have even thought of having a fling so that we could be &#39;even&#39;, but I haven&#39;t had the heart.&amp;nbsp; What should I do?&amp;nbsp; - BG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Dear BG:&amp;nbsp; Getting even won&#39;t solve the problem.&amp;nbsp; The fact that you love him and decided to stay should tell you that your heart is still in the marriage.&amp;nbsp; So you have a choice to make . . . will you live in the past or live in the future?&amp;nbsp; If you live in the past, you will always refer back to what he did and be stuck in those hurt&amp;nbsp;feelings.&amp;nbsp; If you choose to live in the future, you see your husband as the man he is and will be, not the man that he was.&amp;nbsp; By deciding to stay, you must have believed somewhere in your heart that he was worth fighting for.&amp;nbsp; My advice to you . . . less doubting and more loving.&amp;nbsp; If he apologized for his wrong, choose to forgive him and LOVE him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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If you have a question, you can email &lt;a href=&quot;mailto:emancipatedqueen@gmail.com&quot;&gt;emancipatedqueen@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; and your question (along with the response) will be listed.&amp;nbsp; I will only list your initials . . . no one needs to know ALL of your business.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Look forward to hearing from you!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know about you, but I am tired of being limited.&amp;nbsp; I am tired of having excuses and failing to meet my goals.&amp;nbsp; I am tired of going in circles, wasting time reflecting on what I &#39;should have&#39; or &#39;could have&#39; done.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s time to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am challenging myself, as well as you, to get busy LIVING.&amp;nbsp; If there are things that you have not done that you need to, there is no better time than today to get moving.&amp;nbsp; We can do this!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Most relationships that I see these days are severely unbalanced. I think this is because most of us were not taught the proper way to love. . . we didn&#39;t witness loving relationships. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I don&#39;t want our youth to make the same love mistakes that we have. We need to teach them to love and respect themselves so that the next generation won&#39;t be so &quot;Love Dumb&quot;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;over-n-out&lt;/p&gt;
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Now, I believe that if you find love in any race or color, you should go for it and not be prejudiced.&amp;nbsp; HOWEVER, it seemed like a bit of self-hate for women to say that ALL black men were bad.&amp;nbsp; I wonder what makes our people believe that other races are superior when it comes to dating?&amp;nbsp; It is okay for them to prefer white men, but to categorize their brothers seems a bit extreme.&amp;nbsp; What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;
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I realized that faking happiness did not work any better than wallowing in self-pity.&amp;nbsp; I just had to accept that it&#39;s okay to feel sad . . .it&#39;s a human emotion.&amp;nbsp; But after that feeling comes I have to process it, then pull myself together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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There is no situation that is permanent.&amp;nbsp; As long as I have life, I have an opportunity to change any situation.&amp;nbsp; I&quot;m not perfect, but I&#39;m getting there . . .&lt;br /&gt;
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SAD&lt;br /&gt;
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The young ladies talked about how their father&#39;s were missing . . . some who have never seen their father.&amp;nbsp; They were full of emotion and anger and to be honest I can&#39;t blame them.&amp;nbsp; Some girls&amp;nbsp;felt as if their father&#39;s absence was their fault.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I know that there are men in the world who raise their children and support them, both mentally and physically, but for those of you who have not been doing that. . . start today.&amp;nbsp; The rejected girls of today are tomorrow&#39;s broken women, looking for that &quot;Daddy&quot; in the wrong type of men, suffering from low self esteem or even suffering from substance abuse.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You owe it to your daughters to be there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I AM NOT PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will not always do everything the way that people expect me to.&amp;nbsp; I will not always say the right thing.&amp;nbsp; I will not live up to societal standards.&amp;nbsp; I will fall occasionally.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But one thing that is important to know about me is that I will always get back up, regardless of how many times I fall.&amp;nbsp; I see people who have given up on life . . . resigning themselves to accept whatever happens in life as their fate.&amp;nbsp; They live unhappy, unfulfilled lives and&amp;nbsp;accept their daily existence as their lot.&amp;nbsp; I was once a person who was afraid to get back up, thinking that it was easier to just stay defeated. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had to tell myself, just as I am telling you, to not accept defeat as definite.&amp;nbsp; Remember, if babies stayed down every time they fell, they would never learn how to walk.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If they never learned to walk, they would never learn how to run.&amp;nbsp; We can never reach our full potential until we get back up when we fail/fall.&lt;br /&gt;
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One day we will all run . . .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
When he reached the other side of the street, my feelings of sympathy turned to a feeling of admiration.&amp;nbsp; He did not let his disability keep him from making the trek across the street.&amp;nbsp; He knew that he had somewhere he was going to, and he was determined to get there.&amp;nbsp; Rather than feeling sorry for him for &lt;u&gt;how&lt;/u&gt; he walked, I focused on the fact that he was walking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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At times we can look at our shortcomings and limitations and use them as an excuse to remain stagnant and afraid to move.&amp;nbsp; If we have to walk funny, crawl or have someone help us, we have to KEEP MOVING.&amp;nbsp; If I could go back to that moment today, I would give him a hug and thank him for being my inspiration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank You, God for giving me the strength to keep going.&amp;nbsp; No matter what . . . I will KEEP MOVING!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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All of the women admitted that these characteristics used were descriptive of men in their lives.&amp;nbsp; After reviewing our lists, I asked the women to internalize those characteristics.&amp;nbsp; How often are we judgemental, conditional and hateful toward ourselves?&amp;nbsp; Every time we make a mistake, we come down on ourselves harder than the world does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s important that we look inside to find love for ourselves above all.&amp;nbsp; Regardless of who may hurt us, we should always be good to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We can never love others fully until we learn to love who we are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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on an African plane&lt;br /&gt;
heavy is my color&lt;br /&gt;
heavy is my frame&lt;br /&gt;
heavy is my spirit&lt;br /&gt;
heavy is my reign&lt;br /&gt;
heavy like nightfall&lt;br /&gt;
when the thief came&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;
on a slave ship&lt;br /&gt;
heavy are my tears&lt;br /&gt;
heavy are my lips&lt;br /&gt;
crying out to heaven&lt;br /&gt;
heavy are the whips&lt;br /&gt;
used to break my back&lt;br /&gt;
and cause my people to shift&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;
considered property&lt;br /&gt;
heavy are my songs&lt;br /&gt;
mental slavery&lt;br /&gt;
heavy is my womb&lt;br /&gt;
brown, little baby&lt;br /&gt;
heavy is the burden . . .&lt;br /&gt;
the mother in me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;
teach me your strength&lt;br /&gt;
your wisdom . . .endurance&lt;br /&gt;
to go to great lengths&lt;br /&gt;
to achieve greatness&lt;br /&gt;
and not ride the fence&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be like you&lt;br /&gt;
to persevere . . . to go through&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To&amp;nbsp;Mother Earth&lt;br /&gt;
we all shall return&lt;br /&gt;
from dust to creation&lt;br /&gt;
ashes to urn&lt;br /&gt;
fan the forever flames&lt;br /&gt;
give her a turn&lt;br /&gt;
to live in her glory&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
let me live and learn&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Black History Month</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/8811951775469819829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/02/mother-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/8811951775469819829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/8811951775469819829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/02/mother-earth.html' title='Mother Earth'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414768969111104594</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-2520254250278210557.post-63590347032914246</id><published>2012-02-15T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:39:54.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What&#39;s Your Price?</title><content type='html'>I was watching The History Channel this morning, and a program detailing the history of &quot;America&quot; was founded.&amp;nbsp; The program discussed how&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;RUM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was the most precious commodity because it was used to purchase Africans from other Africans.&amp;nbsp; I felt somewhat angry . . . I understand that what took place was over 400 years ago, but to think that people would sell each other into slavery for alcohol is hard to fathom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought about our current situation as Black people in the world, and how easily people sell themselves or sacrifice others just to make money or have material gain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s true that my ancestors are the only race that did not voluntarily migrate to America.&amp;nbsp; There is so much widespread corruption in African nations, tribalism and war.&amp;nbsp; We understand that the Europeans started some of the division, but it&#39;s hard to blame the Europeans entirely when it was brother against brother and sister against sister.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Instead of focusing on personal gain . . . what is the price of unity?&amp;nbsp; What is the price of togetherness?&amp;nbsp; Something to think about . . .&lt;br /&gt;
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over-n-out&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I was reminded this weekend about how much &quot;Good Men&quot; are under-appreciated.&amp;nbsp; I know a woman who has a GREAT man and she treats him like nothing.&amp;nbsp; She says that he is &#39;too nice&#39;, disrespects him and even questions his manhood.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;I realize that there are times when people take a good thing for granted, and by the time they realize how good they have/had it, it&#39;s too late.&amp;nbsp; To all of the men out there who know how to love . . . please know that there is ONE woman who appreciates you.&amp;nbsp; Please continue to be good men.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
This post is about ME.&amp;nbsp; I am making a declaration for ALL of the world to see that from today on, I am taking control of my life.&amp;nbsp; And by taking control, I mean to be the best Buttrfli that&amp;nbsp;I can be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Most of my posts are written to be informational and to engage dialogue, but it&#39;s also very cathartic.&amp;nbsp; As I write, I learn more about myself and what I need to do.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t give direction unless I&#39;ve also walked that road.&amp;nbsp; I can&#39;t be an example unless I am a woman of my word.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll keep you informed . . . and if you want to see a shooting star FOLLOW ME!&amp;nbsp; (cause I&#39;m going places) :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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Be happy . . .be humble . . .be blessed!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s time to pay attention to the signs.&amp;nbsp; Maya Angelou said it best when she said, &lt;span class=&quot;ft&quot;&gt;&lt;u&gt;“The first time someone &lt;strong&gt;shows you who they are, believe them&lt;/strong&gt;.”&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that as women we have a tendency to want to fix and save people.&amp;nbsp; When you have a man who victimizes women, he will use you until he uses you up and then move on to the next person to victimize.&amp;nbsp; But guess what?&amp;nbsp; That victim does not have to be you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I understand that there are also women who victimize men.&amp;nbsp; No one deserves to be used.&amp;nbsp; All relationships should be built on mutual love and respect.&amp;nbsp; I say it in most of my posts and I will say it again . . . YOU DESERVE THE BEST!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take a look at your relationship and honestly determine if your mate is in it for the right reasons.&amp;nbsp; Ask God for wisdom.&amp;nbsp; Value yourself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;brown, round babies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;crushed &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;with the pull of the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;vacuum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;‘cause the Mama felt it was&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;‘too soon’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;for her to conceive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;every day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;a young warrior is pulled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;from the strength of the womb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;sucked or expelled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;into a tomb&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;because someone is consumed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;with what they feel is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;convenience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;they don’t have to hear&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;the young warrior cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;they don’t have to say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;goodbye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;they deny the validity&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;of its existence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;because they couldn’t see the feet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;or hear the&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;heartbeat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;‘it was only tissue’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;like a tumor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;or cancer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;no gender, no soul&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;no conscience&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;no answer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;laying on that table&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;reckless birth control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;someone told you “it’s YOUR BODY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;it’s nobody’s business&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;just pay your $400&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;and we can end this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;INCONVENIENCE”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;and we say &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;YES&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;never mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;that young warrior&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;conceived by God’s design&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;could have been the next creation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;to rebuild a nation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;what you see as the easy way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;is actually to control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;a population&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;of young brothers and sisters&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;who are viewed as a&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;drain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;on the economy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;more like a stain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Baskerville Old Face&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;&quot;&gt;THINK FIRST&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/7657053968154454082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/02/poetry-for-discussion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/7657053968154454082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/7657053968154454082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/02/poetry-for-discussion.html' title='Poetry for Discussion'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414768969111104594</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-2520254250278210557.post-5032101433754966364</id><published>2012-02-06T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:07:13.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Little Words</title><content type='html'>I remember an article that I read about people with &quot;Abusive Personalities&quot; that I thought I would share with my blog readers.&amp;nbsp; Question:&amp;nbsp; Have you ever met a man who told you after a few days those three little words . . . I Love You?&amp;nbsp; Although it sounds and feels good, let me tell you why you should run (and run quickly).&amp;nbsp; Here are three points to remember:&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; Any man who says that he loves you after a few days is trying to appeal to your emotion.&amp;nbsp; He may be experiencing feelings for you, but love is a very strong word and concept.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; Most likely he is trying to hook you emotionally so that he can seal the deal.&amp;nbsp; Men who move quickly are trying to get you emotionally anchored because they can&#39;t maintain the &#39;nice-guy-act&#39; for too long.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; Any man who is serious about you will take the time to get to know you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Just because someone says that they love you, doesn&#39;t necessarily translate into action.&amp;nbsp; Take the time to see if he SHOWS love . . . not just SPEAKS love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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You deserve the best, Ladies.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t settle for less.&lt;br /&gt;
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over-n-out</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/5032101433754966364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-remember-article-that-i-read-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/5032101433754966364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/5032101433754966364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-remember-article-that-i-read-about.html' title='3 Little Words'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414768969111104594</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-2520254250278210557.post-1348347918253369367</id><published>2012-02-04T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T14:10:05.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Mom &amp; Dad</title><content type='html'>How many of our black women are both Mom and Dad to their children?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I was thinking about this, comparing the current mentality of our black families to that of slavery.&amp;nbsp; Black men&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;only&amp;nbsp;useful for planting seeds to breed the next generation of workers (slaves) who would then grow up to repeat the cycle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Black men&amp;nbsp;were regarded as nothing more than animals, forced to move from one woman to the next without creating that familial bond.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now we see so many of our black children growing up in single parent homes, as if that is the norm.&amp;nbsp; Men&amp;nbsp;creating numerous children, yet being a true father to none.&amp;nbsp; When does it end?&amp;nbsp; When will we take back our families and start to show our children that families can be made up of TWO parents?&amp;nbsp; I was once a single mother, having to be both the nurturer and disciplinarian . . . masculine and feminine.&amp;nbsp; And I regarded this as &#39;normal&#39;.&amp;nbsp; It took a strong man to show me how much my son and I needed that strong man in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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To any of the men out there who have been playing the role of the slave . . . today is the day to change.&amp;nbsp; Go be the parent your children need you to be.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t let the cycle continue.&lt;br /&gt;
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What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;
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We know that there are changes that need to be made in our life, but we don&#39;t feel equipped to make those changes or we don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;believe that those changes can be maintained.&amp;nbsp; I almost felt like slapping myself, and slapping you, too!&amp;nbsp; The only person who determines your success or failure is YOU!&amp;nbsp; The only person that is hindering me is ME.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So from today, going forward, I endeavor to walk through the fear and doubt and FIND a way to get where I want to get, and I challenge you to do the same.&amp;nbsp; If God can get us there, can He not maintain us?&amp;nbsp; I believe that Franklin D. Roosevelt said it best when he said:&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&quot;&lt;strong&gt;the only thing&lt;/strong&gt; we have &lt;strong&gt;to fear is fear itself&lt;/strong&gt;.&quot;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Be encouraged . . . be blessed.&amp;nbsp; Nothing is impossible as long as you believe!&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t tell you the countless women I see who have declining health:&amp;nbsp; overweight, high blood pressure, diabetes, inactive, etc., all because they expend the majority of their energy taking care of someone else.&amp;nbsp; Ladies, I understand that someone has to be there to pick up the slack&amp;nbsp;for the brothers have failed to fulfill their purpose.&amp;nbsp; But realize that you CANNOT do your best for anyone else unless you are at your best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I am not just preaching, I am practicing myself.&amp;nbsp; I realize that it&#39;s important to make time for myself and to make sure that I&#39;m building up my own temple.&amp;nbsp; The people that need/use you today will find someone new to need/use when you are out of commission.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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So do me a favor . . . Be GOOD to yourself!&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s.&amp;nbsp; Just want to give a shout out to Norway for all of the love . . .</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/feeds/6157943742283120321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/6157943742283120321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2520254250278210557/posts/default/6157943742283120321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theemancipatedqueen.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-about-me.html' title='What About Me?'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12414768969111104594</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-2520254250278210557.post-8348364705172849551</id><published>2012-01-27T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T08:34:29.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Life</title><content type='html'>I had a talk with my friend yesterday about the power of positive thinking.&amp;nbsp; I have come to understand that as we change our minds, our perception of ourselves and our world changes.&amp;nbsp; We have to make a conscious choice to believe in ourselves, to see ourselves as competent and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
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We put a thought into the atmosphere, and then we counter-act what we believed because doubt sets in.&amp;nbsp; We can never have success until we fully commit to faith.&amp;nbsp; &quot;Faith&quot; looks at &quot;Fear&quot; and slaps the taste from it&#39;s mouth, almost as if to say &quot;Who&#39;s your Daddy?&quot;&amp;nbsp; (haha)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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A funny way to look at it, but faith is more powerful than fear.&amp;nbsp; Once you realize that, you will continue to speak life and good things over yourself.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t doubt your abilities . . .believe in the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;
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