<?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-2817798434944511419</id><updated>2011-09-03T07:05:26.446-04:00</updated><category term='new life'/><category term='new love'/><category term='lies'/><category term='HAITI'/><category term='love'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='new me'/><category term='love lost'/><category term='start'/><category term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>My deepest.... Everything</title><subtitle type='html'>LIVE,LAUGH,LOVE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.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-2817798434944511419.post-4740950789800564950</id><published>2011-03-14T15:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:13:26.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That was Yesterday.... Let's talk about TODAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mind just went into a time of reflection.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking back on where I've been and my current direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white;"&gt;Not focusing on a bit of the pain or neglect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white;"&gt;Although I seem to have faced a lot of my past, I know that it's not over yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white;"&gt;I am ready to forgive those demons and ready to grab ahold to that little unhurt girl (me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white;"&gt;I'm ready to open my heart, body and soul to this already cold cold world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white;"&gt;Today I am not afraid....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I stayed because I was so scared to leave. Scared because I didnt know who could love the real me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I didn't know me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I believed all those obvious lies, cries and goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my childhood was taken and all I could do was cry, couldn't really give an answer, Found myself constantly asking WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my Womanhood was stolen by a family member and abused. Abused by the man I bore my child to.... sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was neglected, talked about, disrepected, disowned by a mother, left alone by my father, beat down by my daughters father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Yesterday&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I did not know if I could go any further...That's why I thank God for today.&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about my blessings bring a tear to my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will not wonder or dare ask Why.There is a reason I endured I every bit of my past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I am here....&lt;br /&gt;I must say that again &lt;strong&gt;TODAY I AM HERE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thank God for my growth&lt;br /&gt;I thank him for showing me better days, &lt;em&gt;Everyday is not easy, but I know that things could be worst because things have been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I have feelings and my feelings right now are on a cloud, my body tingles with so much joy and love that I am ready to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready to share..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm Ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been at a place where smiling is what I want to do most, This place is so new and i'm so overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think anybody feels me rght now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me to walk away... some days, to&amp;nbsp;run away! And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is where I stand today... &lt;em&gt;(Taking a deep breath)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I am a mother that never gave up on my daughters feelings towards her abusive father. I never downed him to her and I never will. I forgive him for all that he did. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I am a woman who came through rape and molestation at an early age. I forgive all my intruders and their troubled souls. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I am a woman who can accept the fact that I may never have that bond with a mother that was basically forced to bare a child that she didn't want. I am here now and I'm okay. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I am a woman who will never feel it's too late to get my father off drugs, as a child I tore the &lt;em&gt;"say no to drugs"&lt;/em&gt; tags off my candy boxes and layed them around them the house for him to see... I will continue to fight. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I am a woman who gave my heart to a woman, faced this crazy ass world with my decsion to be a lesbian and even more trying, my decision to just be me and &lt;strong&gt;Realize&lt;/strong&gt; that in Life, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE HAS NO GENDER!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what road my life takes, I will stand by my decisions because I know that He walks with me. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I can move on from my past relationships and still love right. &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I will take a chance with new love, I will give them my heart, my mind, my soul, my truths, my communication, my trust, my time... &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am giving me, I am giving my future, I am giving this chance.&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am saying that I care and I never thought I'd care again. I cuddle and I've never been the affectionate type, I know it's not love yet so instead we say "Like" and everytime we say it, the shit will feel so right....&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;Love that'll give me an outlook on things I was just too hurt to see.&lt;br /&gt;For once in a long time I will be able to Love &lt;strong&gt;"YOU"&lt;/strong&gt; and not lose &lt;strong&gt;"ME".&lt;/strong&gt; You know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because the Love I know Today, Began, Begins and Ends right here with ME...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My arms are open wide to this cold cold world, but &lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I'm not scared anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I have life...&lt;br /&gt;I have the true, undivided love of my daughter, and I have You....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; I am truely grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt; I cry and its not because I'm sad... I cry because I am finally here.I feel here.... &lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mHwSBMAx5Sc/TX5ngYy-ekI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FRceocgDCgU/s1600/61840_1521261285510_1653905155_1296672_2954556_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mHwSBMAx5Sc/TX5ngYy-ekI/AAAAAAAAAEM/FRceocgDCgU/s640/61840_1521261285510_1653905155_1296672_2954556_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="427" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #783f04; color: white;"&gt;I Walked Away from Yesterday, To Love Again Today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-4740950789800564950?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/4740950789800564950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-was-yesterday-lets-talk-about.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/4740950789800564950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/4740950789800564950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/03/that-was-yesterday-lets-talk-about.html' title='That was Yesterday.... 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Smiling and needing to see this unfamiliar face... {That is somehow becoming so familiar}&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life sets you up a lot and this time I feel the set up is grand, one of those times that I really have no one to get the answers from or hold my hand... and I don't think I want them to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This decision... This choice... This next move is one I need, its my chance Again to say that this is Me. I pride myself on not conforming, never fitting into a box, or accepting society's labels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But its totally different when I feel someone else is turning the table. The rush I feel compares to that of Russian Roulette, its come my way and I get that one second to react.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(I have to stop myself and take a breath). Going through... To have gone through so much pain and still have all this I don't know... "whatever you make me feel" left. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thoughts have to seem erratic and at this point so is my heartbeat, how does one person just come along and show me things I never thought I'd see. You make me laugh when I'm alone and just melt when were together, you're too good to be true, so let this lie last forever. But please lie to me never....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly I don't see a need, I enjoy you and you enjoy me, you make me feel like that woman that everybody else sees.... but me. But when I'm with you I'm sure, its honest, its pure, its like a Sunday plate from Big Mommas, worth going to the west end for, and I'm coming from the land of far far away, and I don't care what the cost of gas is, I'll make it on E today... for you that is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You love my sense of humor and I love to see you smile, I wanted to reject you at first thought, but I think I'll keep you around for a while... if you want to be kept... I hope you ain't wearing hard bottoms, you just might get swept...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See how easy it is for me to just be? No matter how silly I am, you know the seriousness in me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the construction worker assigned to this job now, lets call your job "Broken Heart Demolition". You have to break the walls down, but don't ram it with that ball, pull the bricks down one by one, each one you take down, learn that lesson so you will not do what the others have done.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is about making a difference and this journey should not be the exception, if I grab a hold to you today, would we walk in the same direction? My first step is to believe, until you give me a reason not to, I feel like I'm dreaming right now, don't let me open my eyes find that "That" person is not you.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#Random&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vvsd4s3SfYo/TX5eQXGUowI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VnkmhXD5AUI/s1600/kstall2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vvsd4s3SfYo/TX5eQXGUowI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VnkmhXD5AUI/s400/kstall2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-7214571723107989056?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/7214571723107989056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-thoughts-on-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7214571723107989056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7214571723107989056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-thoughts-on-you.html' title='My Thoughts On You...'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Vvsd4s3SfYo/TX5eQXGUowI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VnkmhXD5AUI/s72-c/kstall2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-3673045011596248052</id><published>2011-01-24T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T00:07:35.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>#Random flight post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Cramped up in this little bitty space,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;but my mind seems to wonder free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder where it goes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Like does it go back to the good days when I was a little bitty girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;wearing those cute little Sunday dresses and a head full of pigtails....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Does my mind go back to that day in our kitchen when my daddy picked me up and danced around singing "Hollywoooooood, Hollywood swingin"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;The days before I knew, that He knew drugs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Does my mind track back to those fun days in the lil summer community program?We'd race home to eat sugar and syrup sandwiches lol.. those days when happiness kept you full. We didn't know what being broke meant or looked like... I guess looking back on it, it looked like us to most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Does my mind go back to....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;gosh!... Just where does my mind go?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;my mind, my mind, my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It just leaves me sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Leaves me to deal with the pain of the world Today, while it's off reliving the smiles of yesterday.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But no matter where my mind goes, it has to come back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;So I just thank God for my yesterdays,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;No matter how bad Today is, my mind keeps the smile of yesterday to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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They or it should never affect our home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Be yourself for that is the person I feel in love with in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Last but most important, Make me feel like a Woman in every sense. Stimulate my mind, learn and love my body, push me but stay by me. Its not being dependant its.... Love. Just knowing you'll always be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;*This may seem like a long read, but when you Love, it all comes so easy. If you are ever with someone and this seems like too much. Free that person and free yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE ME and I will LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE YOU so that you can LOVE US&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LOVE US so that we can LOVE FOREVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-ME ;)&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTnT1zbwKAI/AAAAAAAAADE/UnWzb4TOt3U/s1600/KCM5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTnT1zbwKAI/AAAAAAAAADE/UnWzb4TOt3U/s640/KCM5.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-7317001445991399494?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/7317001445991399494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/01/leap-of-faith-on-new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7317001445991399494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7317001445991399494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/01/leap-of-faith-on-new-love.html' title='Leap of Faith on a New Love'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTnT1zbwKAI/AAAAAAAAADE/UnWzb4TOt3U/s72-c/KCM5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-7950851074352218669</id><published>2011-01-18T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T19:56:50.804-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayal'/><title type='text'>You Win. Well... It wasnt worth my fight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess I had today coming, I wont say it's Karma because I know i've gotten that ten fold from the "you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Its just when you get a sign or a gut feeling that a person just isnt right, you should walk away and not worry about saving anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Thats where I failed. I said that I walked away to&amp;nbsp;walk away, but I turned around for who I thought could one day be genuine, be a friend... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today she chose to truely test my faith, air what little she had on my life, talk about me like she never knew me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I want to be mad, I'm still hurt, I'm angry, embarrassed... all the normal emotions a woman should feel when she gets betrayed by a person that swore up and down, through a million tears, texts, cards, and letters that they loved you more than life itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All it takes is for you to do one thing, say one thing that they dont agree with and *bam*, all your bad is put out for the world to see, point fingers at, give blind opinions on smh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is what fuels you? For what? To do what? The same things you could have done if you had been a woman and just let it go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess that when some feel a relationship is truely over, the only way to finalize it is to do some of the cruelest shit you ever did to that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;No, when one is truely over another, you dont have to do any of that. When you're done, none of that matters. Who wants to deal with guilt behind someone you dont even care about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I sit here knowing all that you have done to me, I almost want to cry because it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;but I'm done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I want to call and yell at you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;but i'm done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I want to air all your dirt, but i'm done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I'm bigger, better and I LOVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;He wont allow me to be any other way and I'm so thankful for that. You didn't get me where I am today, you did not show me what true love is and thankful to another I am able to walk away from anything less than. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Tears fall right now because even at a time where I stand sooooo alone, people like you make that seem like the best thing in the world. You did it, you said all that there was to say, you can sit back&amp;nbsp;laugh and remember&amp;nbsp;that you did&amp;nbsp;it!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All to; The woman that dedicated herself to making a family with you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that got you your first dj shirt made because I supported your dream, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that helped you with your daughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that listened to you cry about how much you hated the army, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that layed beside you at night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that forgave you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that helped you when you needed it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman you proposed to because you know the heart that I have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman you chose to spend your last days with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that didnt take your past and judge you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;the woman that looked past your physical appearance and still loved you regardless of how much weight you gained,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;and now the woman you degraded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It didnt take a lot for me to realize that I had fallen out of love with you when I did, and I was woman enough to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I guess it took today to finally set in that, You are temporary, and although you're older than I, You are still not a woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A woman loves through it all.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I should hate now and I wont. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have Love... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have life. Maybe not the life you have. But it's my own. Today starts a newer day for me. Affirmation is strong, it can pick you up and put you on the right track..... Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTY16aPmHRI/AAAAAAAAACg/VZBGqJ2BU4s/s1600/ITY_4691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTY16aPmHRI/AAAAAAAAACg/VZBGqJ2BU4s/s400/ITY_4691.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are never as they seem. Only as they feel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-7950851074352218669?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/7950851074352218669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-win-well-it-wasnt-worth-my-fight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7950851074352218669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7950851074352218669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-win-well-it-wasnt-worth-my-fight.html' title='You Win. 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It wasnt worth my fight.'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTY16aPmHRI/AAAAAAAAACg/VZBGqJ2BU4s/s72-c/ITY_4691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-7229535741858109529</id><published>2010-12-06T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T05:56:28.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecstasy Models Online Interview 12/2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TPzBCqRqXzI/AAAAAAAAACU/NZbd4H4FRH4/s1600/61840_1521261405513_1653905155_1296675_3245884_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TPzBCqRqXzI/AAAAAAAAACU/NZbd4H4FRH4/s320/61840_1521261405513_1653905155_1296675_3245884_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ecstasymodels.ning.com/profiles/blogs/ecstasy-models-featured-model-351"&gt;http://ecstasymodels.ning.com/profiles/blogs/ecstasy-models-featured-model-351&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bet you didn't think I'd say that..... ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-7229535741858109529?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/7229535741858109529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/12/ecstasy-models-online-interview-122010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7229535741858109529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/7229535741858109529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/12/ecstasy-models-online-interview-122010.html' title='Ecstasy Models Online Interview 12/2010'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TPzBCqRqXzI/AAAAAAAAACU/NZbd4H4FRH4/s72-c/61840_1521261405513_1653905155_1296675_3245884_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-3287810511027160807</id><published>2010-01-13T17:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:45:39.117-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAITI'/><title type='text'>My Heart Goes Out To Haiti</title><content type='html'>I'm looking at CNN and im taking in all the tragedy that has happened in Haiti... I'm watching children in the streets crying over bodies.... I have to say that I am blessed. There have been more than 100,ooo bodies reported dead. My heart goes out to the families there, I will keep all in my prayers. Something good will follow, I know everything we have to say is easier said than done and 1000,000 sorry's wouldnt take away the pain and loss that they have endured but as a human that feels, I have to send my all. It seems like death is around every corner you turn. Today is the day and time to let go of all that really doesn't have a place in your heart or a point in your lfe. Don't let tomorrow take someone that you love and you never got to tell them how you felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Return to your fortress, O prisoners of hope; even now I announce that I will restore twice as much to you." Zechariah 9:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m138/KY_STYLLIONZ/GATTLINBURGHWEDDING046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-3287810511027160807?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/3287810511027160807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-goes-out-to-haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/3287810511027160807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/3287810511027160807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-heart-goes-out-to-haiti.html' title='My Heart Goes Out To Haiti'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-1046180506419358611</id><published>2010-01-11T12:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:26:31.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 I have to say that I have brought it in with a whole new outlook on my life... It's weird because towards the end of 2009 I found myself just letting go of a lot and a lot of people... I knew that at some point I needed to put Me first. I have always had a tendency to care a little too much or give way too many chances and I was tired of it. At some point I found the strength to believe and love me, I told myself that there was no point in stressing over the things that I couldn't change, there was no point in continuosly changing for someone that couldnt love me for me. All I needed to do was pray for the strength to move on... It was hard, I hurt like never before but it made me look at myself a lot deeper.&lt;br /&gt;Today I take each day as it is handed to me, I listen to the people around me, and I chose my battles wisely. I am a woman that has been through hell and high water, but somehow I still found a way and reason to want to love and care about people... even the ones who have hurt me. All the pain, I thought i'd never love anyone, I guess somewhere through it all there was a little girl hid inside of me during all that, that held on to the good in me. It has taken me years but I think i'm getting to know her. I feel good inside and it shows on the outside. I glow and I feel it. Today I am ready to share that.... Some days I find myself filled with so much joy I can't sit still lol. I carry a beautiful feeling in me and today I believe that I deserve it :) I deserve This.... and I deserve Her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m138/KY_STYLLIONZ/Picture3097-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-1046180506419358611?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/1046180506419358611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-i-have-to-say-that-i-have-brought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/1046180506419358611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/1046180506419358611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-i-have-to-say-that-i-have-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-3671819475518882194</id><published>2010-01-09T12:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:39:59.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I walked away... To Walk Away..."</title><content type='html'>I almost feel the need to gulp as I write this. I know it's a feeling of anxiety, Ive been wanting to say and feel so much for so long that it seems today things can't come out of my mind any faster. For the past few years I found myself in this place where I knew the woman I wanted to be.. but somehow managed to let the relationship I was in turn me into someone completely different. This piece came from that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m138/KY_STYLLIONZ/Picture3001-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was gonna write a letter to &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;, but maybe I should write a letter to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too many times I let &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt; feelings depict how mine should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well if she loves me this much, then this is what I'll do, but if she doesn't love me just enough, then I'll run back to &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gave &lt;strong&gt;HER &lt;/strong&gt;everything &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; wanted, changed the things &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; didn't want to, and when that wasn't enough for &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;, I gotta myself again for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I'm back trying to get used to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, gotta find &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, trying to love the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that I had always been and loved before, but since I had changed &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; so much for &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;... I didn't love &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; no more....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's funny how you sometimes let yourself go to make others happy... even when you don't realize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kept telling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that &lt;em&gt;"I ain't gon' change for nobody",&lt;/em&gt; then there &lt;strong&gt;SHE&lt;/strong&gt; was, slowly molding &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to be this person. &lt;strong&gt;HER&lt;/strong&gt;, not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; getting frustrated cause that's not who I wanted to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ME...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; laugh out loud in public&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like to eat ribs with my hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not ashamed of the woman I'm with and when were out in public &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like to hold her hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And yes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have an attitude, but &lt;strong&gt;YOU'D&lt;/strong&gt; never know until you piss me off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may ask you to get me little material things, but always remember All that I had before you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pay my own bills on a regular, but if you're laying around you will take part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; never give anyone full trust in the beginning, not because I'm sneaky, only because I have to protect &lt;em&gt;my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love being around my better half but at the same time I need my space&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I feel like you're doing wrong I will be the first one in your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not down with any abuse, I've taken a lot and dished out some of my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; tend to be a bit whiny at times... &lt;em&gt;but look a lil deeper and understand that&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;since I was a little kid I had to be grown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love getting my way but what woman don't? You can tell me No, but if I want it that bad I'll get it on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; don't like being put second to anything, but if I have to be at least make me feel like I'm number one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; love hard when I feel you're worth it, but I shut down much harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once my guard is up, getting it back down takes even longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;know I can be a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bitch&lt;/span&gt; at times but when I love.... Damn I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how bad things get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; give it all it takes to make things work between the two of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But no longer can I battle between this "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HER &amp;amp; ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE &amp;amp; I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" it's never gonna work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know because all these year's I've tried...cried and pleaded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know one thing that stays the same is, &lt;em&gt;No matter how much you try to change me, It does not change what I've been through or from where I've came... That is truly what lies behind my name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LaKisha Renee Patterson&lt;/strong&gt;... the baby I was born but not the woman I've become.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"It's called a past cause I'm getting past and I ain't nothing like I was before..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Alicia Keys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is time for &lt;strong&gt;HER &amp;amp; SHE&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;ME &amp;amp; I&lt;/strong&gt; to become one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accept me for who &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; am today, truly take &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; could never do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; not &lt;em&gt;ME&lt;/em&gt;, I had to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Lakisha Patterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m138/KY_STYLLIONZ/Picture3097-1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2817798434944511419-3671819475518882194?l=lakishapatterson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/feeds/3671819475518882194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-walked-away-to-walk-away.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/3671819475518882194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2817798434944511419/posts/default/3671819475518882194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lakishapatterson.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-walked-away-to-walk-away.html' title='&quot;I walked away... To Walk Away...&quot;'/><author><name>LaKisha Patterson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03272396969760633096</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vvM8IqwMnR0/TTcgeKYNiZI/AAAAAAAAACk/jNPAv0NoiRQ/S220/DH020009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2817798434944511419.post-9056508723716398263</id><published>2010-01-08T20:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T12:13:44.337-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new love'/><title type='text'>Introduction to "I walked away.... To walk away..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="middle of road" src="http://i103.photobucket.com/albums/m138/KY_STYLLIONZ/KCM4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Today I wanted to stop and think about why and how I feel the way I do these days. I wake up with this overwhelming feeling of joy and go to bed just the same. It's crazy because I haven't felt this way in years, and whatever I thought I felt in no way compares to the feelings I have now. In my future blogs, my few or my many readers will find out all that lead up this point... It was a hard, hurtful, dark but more than needed journey for me. I hope that you can walk with me and hold my hand through it all. It's one thing to kind of move through pain, but you know you've reach that mental bliss when you're ready to track back and accept all that has happened to you. I'm ready. 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