<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:42:32.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Sight, Out of Mind</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-1631428416768254730</id><published>2010-03-03T21:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:54:49.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>men vs. women by: Jenai Dulaney</title><content type='html'>men &amp; women are both one and the same&lt;br /&gt;women just live from the heart&lt;br /&gt;while men are guided by their brains.&lt;br /&gt;see; a woman is brought up with love in her nature&lt;br /&gt;and she'll make sure to have it before her last breath escapes her.&lt;br /&gt;men are plain and simple, most are nonchalant&lt;br /&gt;just respect them and be loyal; thats all they really want.&lt;br /&gt;if women were more like men&lt;br /&gt;and men were more like women&lt;br /&gt;this world would be a better place&lt;br /&gt;we'd all feel like we're winnin.&lt;br /&gt;but reality has shown us...&lt;br /&gt;SH*T WILL NEVER BE THAT EASY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you men want to complain about the gold diggin groupies&lt;br /&gt;but flash all your cash &amp; take pictures wearin Gucci&lt;br /&gt;talkin bout your benz's &amp; suicide doors&lt;br /&gt;got girls ridin shotgun in some sh*t that aint yours.&lt;br /&gt;if you would have took the time to look some women in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;you would have seen from the beginnin all they saw were dollar signs.&lt;br /&gt;so really who's to blame; is it YOU or these chicks&lt;br /&gt;wana be known for what u buy; why you think you got picked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies, ladies, ladies dont even get me started&lt;br /&gt;runnin round screamin that every nigga is cold-hearted&lt;br /&gt;maybe they treat you the way that you let them&lt;br /&gt;you complain hes disrespectful but turn around &amp; profess him?&lt;br /&gt;as a woman i know so im just speakin the truth&lt;br /&gt;we always givin that same excuse, "i just need MORE proof!"&lt;br /&gt;you should know when to leave; you love him but that dont mean he'll change&lt;br /&gt;got you callin other women you dont know out their name&lt;br /&gt;well they know just as much as you and to them you dont exist&lt;br /&gt;think about that next time; she might be an innocent b*tch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of standin behind each other; we choose to break each other down&lt;br /&gt;we define &amp; demean - we talk sh*t &amp; we clown&lt;br /&gt;"that b*tch is broke" or "that nigga is a bum"&lt;br /&gt;even if we aint got money the person we f**kin gotta have some.&lt;br /&gt;quick to call somebody out on somethin they dont have&lt;br /&gt;but if we get blasted we take it personal and get mad.&lt;br /&gt;no one said life would be fair but we dont make it any better&lt;br /&gt;rather worry about the next man and not have our OWN sh*t together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe yall wouldnt run into groupies if you pursued real women&lt;br /&gt;and maybe yall wouldnt meet dogs if you paid more attention&lt;br /&gt;when you find someone you gotta learn to set the bar&lt;br /&gt;either we will be loved or we'll just be gettin f**ked&lt;br /&gt;sadly, some of us never know which one we are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-1631428416768254730?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/1631428416768254730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2010/03/men-vs-women-by-jenai-dulaney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/1631428416768254730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/1631428416768254730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2010/03/men-vs-women-by-jenai-dulaney.html' title='men vs. women by: Jenai Dulaney'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-926526770917631049</id><published>2010-01-27T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:58:07.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCEPTION by: Jenai Dulaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.nightsky.org.uk/night_sky_pics/night_sky_6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i looked up in the sky and for the very first time&lt;br /&gt;i had no questions &amp; didnt bother to wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;i told myself just accept things for what they are&lt;br /&gt;like how i cant touch the sky but i should always reach for the stars.&lt;br /&gt;that anything's possible if man walked on the moon&lt;br /&gt;and to never judge someone if you havent walked a mile in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;that its better to give than it is to receive&lt;br /&gt;knowin what you want aint exactly what you need.&lt;br /&gt;as people we wear emotions that dont always agree&lt;br /&gt;our gut feels one way that our minds refuse to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we try and build love with insecurity in our heart&lt;br /&gt;but you cant build a house without bricks&lt;br /&gt;the "he say, she say" will tear you apart&lt;br /&gt;even more than the stones &amp; sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the longer i looked up at the beautiful sky&lt;br /&gt;the more i understood the words of the wise.&lt;br /&gt;by looking at nothing you can see everything&lt;br /&gt;which explains why we close our eyes when we dream.&lt;br /&gt;i take a daily dose of reality 'cause i dont mind the taste&lt;br /&gt;life can be bittersweet at an indescribable pace.&lt;br /&gt;here today but could be gone tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;take advatage, not for granted - pride should be swallowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we try and build happiness with deception in our heart&lt;br /&gt;but you cant sail a boat without wind&lt;br /&gt;the "he say, she say" is only the start&lt;br /&gt;but you are to determine where it ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-1/27/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-926526770917631049?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/926526770917631049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2010/01/acception-by-jenai-dulaney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/926526770917631049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/926526770917631049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2010/01/acception-by-jenai-dulaney.html' title='ACCEPTION by: Jenai Dulaney'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-619657913517237534</id><published>2009-10-18T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T10:00:23.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dogs Go To Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;img SRC="http://www.impawards.com/1996/posters/all_dogs_go_to_heaven_two.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill just get straight to the point...&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE NO MERCY FOR CHEATIN ASS NIGGAS!&lt;br /&gt;lyin little boys who gotta CREEP ass niggas&lt;br /&gt;you think you mess w/ a b*tch that can keep a secret nigga?&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE!!!&lt;br /&gt;you naive if you believe that sh*t&lt;br /&gt;but that aint go through yo mind when you was F**KIN that b*tch&lt;br /&gt;you was worried bout a nut&lt;br /&gt;cuz u was insecure bout yo girl givin a F**K!&lt;br /&gt;aww i guess you DO come with feelings....&lt;br /&gt;well i got news for you, WEAK ASS NIGGA&lt;br /&gt;she on the same sh*t as you&lt;br /&gt;probably cheatin on her nigga&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if she dont got a man&lt;br /&gt;then theres your answer right there&lt;br /&gt;u MUST be f**kin a saaad saaad b*tch&lt;br /&gt;all depressed &amp; sh*t even after you hit,&lt;br /&gt;havin sex w/ you is equivalent to slittin up her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;she love the way it eases her pain.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess the jokes on u...&lt;br /&gt;participatin in a game that only losers play&lt;br /&gt;u think gettin pussy mean u winnin&lt;br /&gt;but what do them test results say?&lt;br /&gt;Oh thats right, you didnt think about THAT either...&lt;br /&gt;well you better switch places w/ her &amp; get on those knees&lt;br /&gt;b/c you got A LOT of prayin to do &amp; betta ask God to please&lt;br /&gt;protect you from any sexual disease &amp; even worse you better ask him&lt;br /&gt;to protect you from me&lt;br /&gt;cuz i COULD KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but im wayy way better than that&lt;br /&gt;and i refuse to waste my time givin u the satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;of upsettin me jus cuz u wanted some action&lt;br /&gt;well i hope it was ALL YOU EVER DREAMED&lt;br /&gt;b/c thats the only place youll EVER see me.&lt;br /&gt;i should pray for god to send you to hell how u got my heart stressin&lt;br /&gt;but lucky for you all dogs go to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;see you there... B*TCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is for anyone who's been cheated, but i wrote this for my "Twinn".&lt;br /&gt;I love you man &amp; I hope you never put up with that sh*t ever again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-619657913517237534?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/619657913517237534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-dogs-go-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/619657913517237534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/619657913517237534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-dogs-go-to-heaven.html' title='All Dogs Go To Heaven'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-7625778692141478465</id><published>2009-10-11T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T17:55:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It finally came to me why some niggas dont trust me&lt;br /&gt;they probably never thought they asses was gon' love me&lt;br /&gt;see, a nigga wit an ego got a lot to prove&lt;br /&gt;his plan aint to love you he just choose not to lose.&lt;br /&gt;they keep you in their corner just to put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;and they swear every bitch dont matter in life&lt;br /&gt;when really they just scared to make these "bitches" their wives&lt;br /&gt;cuz gettin dropped for another guy would hurt their pride...&lt;br /&gt;but aint it a trip when they already have what they need&lt;br /&gt;blinded by "p**sy" &amp; material things&lt;br /&gt;they know you the one but got plenty lined up&lt;br /&gt;wana get all emotional when they know times up.&lt;br /&gt;well you cant get mad at what my mama created&lt;br /&gt;im a beautiful bitch, that goes witout sayin.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should walk around with a player mentality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these days its so hard to find a good man to have my back&lt;br /&gt;but trust me theres a nigga who'll pick up the slack.&lt;br /&gt;"id be single for the rest of my life if i cant have you"&lt;br /&gt;at least thats how they wish i felt, but thats far from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;step up to the plate before the dish gets cold&lt;br /&gt;they gon end up bein leftovers and i dont f**k wit those.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand why cant niggas just be clear?&lt;br /&gt;they never want me to leave but dont try to keep me here?&lt;br /&gt;expectin the whole world but always f**kin wit my head&lt;br /&gt;speak ya mind baby cuz close mouths dont get fed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-7625778692141478465?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/7625778692141478465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-finally-came-to-me-why-some-niggas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/7625778692141478465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/7625778692141478465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-finally-came-to-me-why-some-niggas.html' title=''/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-6054411083750862686</id><published>2009-09-23T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:16:31.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Winner by: Jenai Dulaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://melodyross.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/strong_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even when my hands too tired to hold on my heart wont let go. &lt;br /&gt;im physically exhausted with feelin this way but spiritually my love will never fade. &lt;br /&gt;maybe im committed to somethin make-believe &lt;br /&gt;but why would my heart fight for what could never be? &lt;br /&gt;every day im at war with emotions over mentality, &lt;br /&gt;do i embrace the things i feel or only take chance with reality? &lt;br /&gt;i wont lie, it kills me inside that what i want dont come easy &lt;br /&gt;but i been standin here wide open just hopin that god sees me. &lt;br /&gt;i pray every night he hears me, i know i sound redundant &lt;br /&gt;and trust me i am thankful because his blessings are abundant. &lt;br /&gt;i can get a little side tracked when my affection deepens, &lt;br /&gt;the more that i daydream the more my focus starts to weaken. &lt;br /&gt;my vision gets a little blurry, sensitivity brings tears to my eyes &lt;br /&gt;but the pain is washed away once they all begin to dry. &lt;br /&gt;each time i break down i get a little stronger, &lt;br /&gt;im a woman with a purpose, wont be strugglin much longer. &lt;br /&gt;with the help of my haters ive built my faith, &lt;br /&gt;ill be damned if i give up or be told its "too late"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-6054411083750862686?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/6054411083750862686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiritual-winner-by-jenai-dulaney.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/6054411083750862686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/6054411083750862686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/spiritual-winner-by-jenai-dulaney.html' title='Spiritual Winner by: Jenai Dulaney'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-4522387773424339041</id><published>2009-09-23T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:10:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience by: Jenai Dulaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://gracerules.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/pray.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lord knows i been persistent and i been patient cuz im still waitin. &lt;br /&gt;i been watchin and i peep game that all these niggas are the same. &lt;br /&gt;and i say "nigga" metaphorically because a real man would adore me. &lt;br /&gt;when i say "me" i mean a real woman whos never scared and never runnin. &lt;br /&gt;take my pride? yeah, they try. but they cant touch nothin i hold inside. &lt;br /&gt;they can only break me if i let them make me and by "make" me i mean portray me. im no gimmick, just charismatic. all the attention? shit, you can have it! &lt;br /&gt;i need somethin i can feel, id rather have a life, friends and love thats real. &lt;br /&gt;when i say "real" im talkin the good the bad the happy the sad &lt;br /&gt;and still be the best somebody's ever had. &lt;br /&gt;and i mean "best" as in better than the rest, &lt;br /&gt;no comparison everything more &amp; nothing less. &lt;br /&gt;i dont think you understand how long ive been waitin, &lt;br /&gt;but ima keep holdin on, like i said i been patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-4522387773424339041?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/4522387773424339041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience-by-jenai-dulaney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/4522387773424339041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/4522387773424339041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience-by-jenai-dulaney.html' title='Patience by: Jenai Dulaney'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-3809178360957134726</id><published>2009-09-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:06:58.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop Lover by: Jenai Dulaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z275/kaytwo777/ILOVEHIPHOPPART1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know much about her &lt;br /&gt;but i know hes in love, &lt;br /&gt;she brings a smile to his face when its her he's thinkin of. &lt;br /&gt;what would he do without her im not sure he even knows, &lt;br /&gt;she'll always be there because their bond will only grow. &lt;br /&gt;i know hes committed- he aint hit it &amp; quit it, &lt;br /&gt;hes been stuck since the first time he ever ripped it. &lt;br /&gt;when the world bring him down she keep him on his feet, &lt;br /&gt;she his number one so she impossible to beat. &lt;br /&gt;he dont want no one to have her he will never let her go, &lt;br /&gt;he wont let them take her from him since shes all that he know. &lt;br /&gt;whenever somethin happens hes at her location, &lt;br /&gt;he reaches deep inside and she provides the inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;he dont want no one else i can see shes all he need. &lt;br /&gt;i just wish i was hip-hop, then hed be in love with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-3809178360957134726?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-3197008020006894777</id><published>2009-09-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:00:03.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror by: Jenai Dulaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;IMG SRC="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_370/1236008796q2228S.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i look in to the mirror, im in love with what i see&lt;br /&gt;im not just intrigued by beauty, but who ive grown to be.&lt;br /&gt;i dont see the same person as yall do when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;you see what is physical, i view myself mentally.&lt;br /&gt;only i know what i feel and you should feel free to disagree,&lt;br /&gt;but who i am today is not the same person i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;as far as i can remember i could only count on me,&lt;br /&gt;didnt have no one to turn to; no close friends or family.&lt;br /&gt;mom was always gone earning funds on account of me,&lt;br /&gt;so i talked to the four walls that always surrounded me.&lt;br /&gt;had not a single piece of furniture, no bed or TV&lt;br /&gt;managed to stay fed but cant remember what i had to eat.&lt;br /&gt;no matter the circumstance i knew how to take care of me&lt;br /&gt;not to discredit my mother, she just had somewhere to be.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i saw my mom i told her shed always have me&lt;br /&gt;and reminded her she didnt need a man to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i would help her make it through it all by myself, gladly&lt;br /&gt;and i did just that without a so-called daddy,&lt;br /&gt;i swear i used to hate it when people talked shit about me&lt;br /&gt;now i understand they aint talkin bout shit without me&lt;br /&gt;and its always gon be someone thatll forever doubt me.&lt;br /&gt;but ima prove them wrong and i shall do it proudly.&lt;br /&gt;i stay astray from the negative vibes yall try to send me&lt;br /&gt;i know its all apart of the plan to try and end me&lt;br /&gt;its crazy to see the people some of us choose to envy&lt;br /&gt;if you jealous then you just mad cuz you look in the mirror and feel empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-3197008020006894777?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/3197008020006894777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-by-jenai-dulaney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/3197008020006894777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/3197008020006894777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/mirror-by-jenai-dulaney.html' title='Mirror by: Jenai Dulaney'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-2390670892607815871</id><published>2009-09-08T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:48:47.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds of a Feather...</title><content type='html'>Yup, thats right... birds of a feather flock together. i couldnt agree more. the people you hang out with are usually the people you have the most in common with which is why you became friends in the first place. friendships ARE relationships without the romance. so if you want a good friend, take a second to stand back and recognize what your "friends" are all about. dont be so naive that you think because youre always there everyone else will be too. that isnt how the world operates, trust me! if that was the case, the few good people that probably exist in your life would never get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned a lot today about numerology and how numbers work with people. i find that stuff interesting enough to believe it. youre either compatible with a person or youre not. in life you are destined to be somethin you have no control over, either way you look at it... thats what you were SUPPOSED to be. the people you meet, no matter how big or small of a role they play in your life, were meant to cross your path. you learn from these people, you love these people, or you resent these people. all in all, you get an idea of who you are and why you turned out that way with the people you meet. life's lessons arent always obvious, but the purpose is in your face. you just have to be willing to recognize its reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you find it hard to be friends with a person, they probably arent supposed to be categorized as a "friend". associates are cool, but not everyone you meet and know on a first &amp; last name basis is your FRIEND. a friend is someone who is there for you no matter the situation, you dont have to call on them they usually know when youre in need, and they dont judge you. if judgment comes into play, then that might be a sign he/she isnt the person you need to be calling a friend. most importantly, being honest doesnt come hard for true friends. you can go back and forth as much as you like and say that you always rekindle your friendship even when its at its worst but honestly... would a FRIEND put you through that more than once? or let alone at all? nah, i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you have to question a persons motive in your life, the real question is why should you still be holding on? POW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-2390670892607815871?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/2390670892607815871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds-of-feather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/2390670892607815871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/2390670892607815871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/birds-of-feather.html' title='Birds of a Feather...'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645571004278696843.post-4482428008982638347</id><published>2009-09-08T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:06:08.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poppin' the blog cherry.</title><content type='html'>Ill skip all the junk about this being my first blog and just get straight to the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you dont like to hear other people's opinions, especially mine, this aint the place for you! But if youre interested in what I have to say for some reason, keep on readin. I apologize in advance if I offend anyone with the things I say, im not here to crush your feelings. Im here to entertain you with a day in the life of Jenai Dulaney (or Naykid as people refuse to quit calling me). Still think youre interested? Your call...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;QUESTION OF THE DAY:&lt;/u&gt; What makes you love someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea- I know, "why do girls always want to talk about LOVE?". well, i only ask because everyone has their own insight. I dont think I know two people who's ever loved all the exact same things about each other. The reason I love someone is probably NOT the reason they love me (if they even love me at all). Then again that's another question ive always wondered. How can you truly love someone without being loved in return? I mean honestly, that has to feel like shit! Im not saying all the boys ive had feelings for liked me in return, but if im going to add "LOVE" to the equation, i know i better be getting some of that love back!&lt;br /&gt;So what seems to be my type? hmm I actually dont "prefer" types, but it seems i am drawn to the following (and not intentionally, thanks!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) bad boys&lt;br /&gt;2) musically inclined&lt;br /&gt;3) class clowns/humorous&lt;br /&gt;4) over protective&lt;br /&gt;5) argumentative&lt;br /&gt;6) mama's boys&lt;br /&gt;7) light skinned&lt;br /&gt;8) scrawny/not so built&lt;br /&gt;9) mr. popular&lt;br /&gt;10)cheaters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically in a nutshell, its time to edit the list and cut some of these traits loose. Ladies, if your list has been the same for quite some years and you still havent settled down with mr. right, i suggest you do the same b/c your so-called "type" might be the opposite of what you really need. Think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wont post too much bullshit for one night. It's getting late and my R&amp;B Slowjam playlist is calling my name. Until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4645571004278696843-4482428008982638347?l=missnaykidd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/feeds/4482428008982638347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-aint-in-kansas-no-mo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/4482428008982638347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4645571004278696843/posts/default/4482428008982638347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://missnaykidd.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-aint-in-kansas-no-mo.html' title='Poppin&apos; the blog cherry.'/><author><name>Naykidd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03776740049166746430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UuCSmJ0Kcc/Srh54pDFiBI/AAAAAAAAABU/6C-4BPDQwpM/S220/11P1013651.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
