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because sometimes you just feel... heavy.

like you've been sitting submerged in a small pool, fully clothed, soaking up all the water until it's just you and the bottom of a plastic, blue circle.

you attempt to get up, to stand upright, but to your surprise, you can't. the weight of your saturated clothes holds you down.

because sometimes ... you just need to either shed the heavy layers, or</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/360725042/airing-out.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/360725042" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/08/airing-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8879695927507637940</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 12:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-08T10:58:26.979-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me sad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">welcome to detroit city</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>all i wanna know is ...</title><atom:summary type="text">

WHY is your MAYOR in JAIL!!!!





omg i've seen it all.

and yes, he's YOUR mayor.

cause my I.D. says westland. lol.

i'm done. i'm just done.


kwame keeps forgetting where and who he is apparently.

first he violates his bond.

and then i have to read about him roughing up a police officer? really?

come on now, kwame.

and then when your lawyer advices you NOT to say anything, you get up </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/359409313/all-i-wanna-know-is.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/359409313" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/08/all-i-wanna-know-is.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3429334420781384777</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 18:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-06T18:15:39.832-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natural hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>i am not my hair... but if i was i'd be flyy. lol.</title><atom:summary type="text">
on a hot day in detroit, a group of young black women around 18-20 enter the local beauty supply store, chattering about who's kid was bad, what dress they're wearing to the club tonight, and how one of their nails needs to be redone.

i enter shortly after them, wearing my typical summer outfit of shorts, american eagle flip-flops, and a tank top. my hair has been washed and left to do what it </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/357654963/i-am-not-my-hair.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/357654963" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-not-my-hair.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7218538414310730351</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 06:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-04T05:41:55.551-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">natural hair</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">photoshoots</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>random ish: it's nothing but words...</title><atom:summary type="text">
* i love this picture. doesn't it look cool? work it mama. hahaha.

* volleyball has officially started, and i'm drained already. between camp and practice and pictures and parents and physicals, i can't breathe. and OH LORD the girls text me like it's going out of style. whew. i still love them though. lol.

* i did a photoshoot with my friend (shout out to Art!) the other day... and i pretty </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/355133813/random-ish.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/355133813" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-ish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-9131443092779241387</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 15:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-31T10:03:40.092-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>short fiction blurb...read and enjoy. lol.</title><atom:summary type="text">i told him i loved him today.

it tickled my ears to hear my slightly shaky voice whisper into his. tickled my fancy to know just how much i meant it, too.

i love him.

every. single. inch.

he smiled, that heavenly and sometimes mischievous look he gets when he knows he has a secret that no one else knows.

except everyone knows i love him. they knew even before i knew. or at least before i was</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/348487397/fun-fiction-game-or-read-and-enjoy-lol.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/348487397" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/fun-fiction-game-or-read-and-enjoy-lol.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3003920161287274314</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jul 2008 12:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-23T12:33:02.126-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black women</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny ish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>pretty girl fairy tales, and other randomness</title><atom:summary type="text">

*i have to stop believing in fairy tales. seems they never come true and even when they do, you get a hot blast of reality that cinderella never had to deal with. maybe i am no princess like daddy always told me. maybe there is no prince charming. i believe there is though. i have to believe it. he may not be perfect, but no one is. i know i'm far from it. i don't want perfection. maybe he is a</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/343600975/pretty-girl-fairy-tales-and-other.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/343600975" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/pretty-girl-fairy-tales-and-other.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8995567536863531937</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jul 2008 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-22T10:09:15.198-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the fam</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><title>the poorness</title><atom:summary type="text">
i am broke.

broke. broke. broke.

hate to open the blog back up with such depression, but after carefully assessing my finances this morning, i have discovered the horrible truth that i am broke.

i hate that ish, too.

what do you do when the person that birthed you, that you love dearly, that is one of your best friends, has drowned you in debt and is constantly adding more effing water to </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/342586948/poorness.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/342586948" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/poorness.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8870911030377587745</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 13:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-20T09:39:51.932-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>photophobia</title><atom:summary type="text">

they call me ocean
deep
strong
free

seemingly weightless
my heaviness hidden
revealed
only to those i allow
to see underwater

many have tried
to understand
the beauty
fullness
depths

all fail

throwing insignificant pebbles
aimlessly
trying to penetrate my surface
not knowing it takes more
much more


i conjur strong currents of thoughts
knock them over with knowledge
send tsunamis when they</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/339005455/photophobia.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/339005455" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/photophobia.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1840891424260421551</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jul 2008 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T10:19:22.871-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">shopaholic tendencies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</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>muze speaks: good Lord it's summertime</title><atom:summary type="text">

i love summer. i do.

the sun is shining, it's warm, and in general, people are just happier all around. especially in a place like michigan where we have seven months of unpleasant weather. the barbeques, family get-togethers, the fireworks night, the swimming, the strolling down the strip, and most of all, the fashion. yes, i love wearing summer clothes.

and man oh man have i seen some </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/338092735/muze-speaks-good-lord-its-summertime.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/338092735" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/muze-speaks-good-lord-its-summertime.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2850153792865114133</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 06:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-15T10:00:44.995-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fiction</category><title>Sliding Doors... pt. IV</title><atom:summary type="text">if you haven't, make sure you read parts one, two, and three first to catch up. ...or you can just read this one. lol. enjoy!


This was not happening. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

Jade let out a sigh of disbelief when she looked down her quiet, suburban street and spotted  Nigel's black Audi quietly idling alongside the curb.

Yes, this was happening.

At 2:45 in the friggin morning, this </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/334849147/sliding-doors-ptiv.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/334849147" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/sliding-doors-ptiv.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4410029554497917108</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-11T10:01:25.533-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hypothetically speaking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ctg writers group</category><title>Hypothetically Speaking</title><atom:summary type="text">
your best friend michelle has extended you an invitation to participate in a fundraiser for a very worthy cause. she, along with members of her proud sorority, have organized the week-long event in an effort to raise money to help transform an old, abandoned neighborhood building into an afterschool community center. The program's mission will be to provide hot meals, tutoring, and shelter for </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/332676440/hypothetically-speaking.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/332676440" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hypothetically-speaking.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1314454354434141894</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Jul 2008 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-10T08:20:30.423-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">words of wisdom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spiritual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">journal</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><title>i'm focused mannn...</title><atom:summary type="text">

it's easy for me to lose focus.

i've always been that way. my attention spread over ten different things at any given time. guess you could say that it's hard for me to gain focus. so many goals and dreams in my mind and heart, not knowing that i've been the one preventing myself from attaining most of them, through either severe procrastination (i swear, i need to go to meetings or something.</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/330759368/im-focused-mannn.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/330759368" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-focused-mannn.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1843255094754283162</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 14:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-08T13:23:11.773-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>reductions of self</title><atom:summary type="text">

with intensity you gaze at me
hoping i have the answer...
willing me to say the right thing
to keep your anger from skyrocketing
but ... i've never been good under pressure.

placing all your hope in me
to be something i'm not
will only lead to the breaking
of BOTH our hearts

and ... i feel a tear.
it is tiny
almost undetectable
but, like an unseen paper cut
it stings like hell
knowing i can </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/329856303/reductions-of-self.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/329856303" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/reductions-of-self.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-95333655681614206</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T09:38:23.836-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black men</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sexual healing</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black people</category><title>this is for the cool in you...</title><atom:summary type="text">

so Ebony magazine has reached the top of my 'favorite things to read' list this month for dedicating their august 2008 issues (issues because they have shot EIGHT different covers) to The 25 Coolest Brothers of All Time. how hot is that? the eight covers are all expertly shot, black and white, and very cool. denzel, jay-z, barack obama, sam jackson, prince, marvin gaye, muhammed ali, and billy </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/328870766/this-is-for-cool-in-you.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/328870766" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-for-cool-in-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2245103073261428409</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jul 2008 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-02T11:35:02.112-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me sad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black love</category><title>hot and cold</title><atom:summary type="text">

there is just something about him that you can't leave alone.

something inside that makes your insides flutter to see his name light up your screen. your knees weak to hear his voice. you are high, floating on cloud nine. ...or maybe it's nineteen. all you know is, you are in love.

seems as though as much as you love him, though, you two always seem to lose focus. get lost in the negatives. '</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/324927529/hot-and-cold.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/324927529" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/07/hot-and-cold.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1097421394852740259</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 00:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-01T23:57:05.898-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">so i've noticed</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">change the game</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ctg writers group</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Muze's advice</category><title>"watch out for that cobra bite..."</title><atom:summary type="text">

snakes.

there is absolutely nothing that i despise more than a snake.

not a dog, a rat, a spider...nothing. i hate snakes. and due to my personal disgust with snakes, i can just about spot one, more than a mile away. sometimes without even trying.

it's just this overall creepy feel which overcomes me whenever i am in the presence of a snake. i can tell when one is watching me, my every move.</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/322321692/watch-out-for-that-cobra-bite.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/322321692" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/watch-out-for-that-cobra-bite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-7886494721177607582</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 12:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-26T09:29:25.928-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wtf?</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">true story</category><title>of all the things to do at 16...</title><atom:summary type="text">

why would making a pact to get pregnant with sixteen of your equally stupid friends be one of them?

wow. just wow.

what is the world coming to? this story of the 17 girls in massachusetts all getting pregnant together is simply boggling to my mind. what on earth do they have to offer a baby?

their reasoning: they want to experience the unconditional love that a child brings.

wtf.

from my </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/320530692/of-all-things-to-do-at-16.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/320530692" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/of-all-things-to-do-at-16.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2302382820745731632</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 13:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-24T19:55:29.619-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><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#">back in the day</category><title>back down memory lane...</title><atom:summary type="text">
funny how when you're a child life is so carefree, fun, and is basically just one long romp around in the brightly colored cage of 'balls' (chuck e. cheese, people. lol). maaan... childhood is GREAT. and not that i didn't enjoy the awkward teen years or the good ol' college days... but i was channel surfing the other day and E.T. was on. how cool is that? haven't seen that since... wow. i don't </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/318935861/back-down-memory-lane.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/318935861" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-down-memory-lane.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-92409513531565157</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 12:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-23T09:15:16.050-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me sad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><title>he's dead.</title><atom:summary type="text">he's dead.

my devil ... is dead.

i suppose i should have felt some kind of joy or consolation when she informed me that the man who kidnapped my childhood and handed it back to me with a grin in such a twisted, and unrecognizable way, was finally under six feet of ground.

he was no longer a threat. i should've been happy, right?

what she didn't know was that he stopped being a threat long ago</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/318086922/hes-dead.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/318086922" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-dead.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1078773615866008370</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-19T16:50:15.185-04:00</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 fam</category><title>the return of random ish ...</title><atom:summary type="text">* so i'm officially back to being a curly q head. lol. i rocked the straight, flat-ironed look for about a month and a half ... but it was time to go back to being Natural Muze. ahhh ... freedom. lol. wash, shake, and go. gotta love it.

* i know i'm like years late, but how about i am obsessed with The Wire now? little brother has all the seasons on dvd and i've been watching them for the last </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/315480894/return-of-random-ish.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/315480894" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/return-of-random-ish.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-1776813911012595111</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Jun 2008 13:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T10:06:41.046-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ish on my chest..</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poetry</category><title>this night</title><atom:summary type="text">

I sit huddled in the dark corner
my shoulders bent under the weight
of your heavy anger.
i cry in spite of myself,
for you are my uncomforting comfort zone ...
i have gotten used to your hard edge despite the pain

you look at me pitifully, false sorry in your eyes
as you attempt to kneel down and look sincere.
i have no use for you, yet still i held on as if
you were pumping the very air in my</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/314635226/this-night.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/314635226" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-night.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-3528485030834975644</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 13:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-17T10:37:11.230-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me sad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">black people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muy interesante</category><title>sixteen ... at war</title><atom:summary type="text">

i heard this song a while ago, but i actually listened to the lyrics yesterday. so true. but so sad. makes me wonder what kind of world is going to be left for my daughter.

whew.

lyrics:


Aint no Daddy’s where I’m from, Its just mad mothers 
 And eyes that still seem they can’t look past colors 
 Why am I disrespected by someone I should called brother. 
 And why girls feeling pretty and </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/313805459/sixteen-at-war.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/313805459" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sixteen-at-war.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-2211860881768361499</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 15:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-15T11:27:51.700-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">all about muze</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the fam</category><title>the first man i ever loved</title><atom:summary type="text">

he was the first man i ever loved.

the first and only man who completely took my heart and loved me unconditionally.

always told me i was the most beautiful girl in the world.

and i believed him. because he believed it.

he wasn't perfect in any sense. and even though he may not be the 'average' father, he was always the best in my eyes.

growing up, each weekend i would look forward to </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/312429317/first-man-i-ever-loved.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/312429317" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-man-i-ever-loved.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-4259888849369277470</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 15:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T11:42:43.677-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the randomness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the fam</category><title /><atom:summary type="text">

obama is coming to detroit monday!!!

whooo hoooo!

can't wait to hear this man in person.

father's day post coming tomorrow.

the pics alone will make it worth it.

ha!

i've been DYING laughing at some of the oldie but goody pics i've come across.

whew. i've got a cramp.

lmao.</atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/311229779/obama-is-coming-to-detroit-monday-whooo.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/311229779" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/obama-is-coming-to-detroit-monday-whooo.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4557582159501156926.post-8388658752924374317</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 12:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-11T11:49:10.735-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bloggers</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">made me smile</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">meme</category><title>wouldn't you like to ride?</title><atom:summary type="text">so i've been tag-teamed. lol. both the lovely karrie b. and the ever-hilarious da vinci have both harassed tagged me with the latest blog craze. i actually like this one though. pretty funny. enjoy. i'm not tagging anyone... so if you want to do it, be my guest. or you could just click the links on my answers and jam for the next hour or so. lol.

MEME Rules:
1. put your itunes/ music player on </atom:summary><link>http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~3/309696947/wouldnt-you-like-to-ride.html</link><author>mzunyque1@yahoo.com (Muze)</author><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ShesSoFlyy/~4/309696947" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://shesoflyy.blogspot.com/2008/06/wouldnt-you-like-to-ride.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
