<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?>
<!-- generator="FeedCreator 1.7.2" -->
<rss version="2.0"  xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" >
    <channel>
        <title>baby_brittani's blog</title>
        <description>The blog of baby_brittani</description>
        <link>http://en.netlog.com/baby_brittani/blog</link>
        <lastBuildDate>Mon, 23 Nov 2009 08:10:54 UT</lastBuildDate>
        <generator>FeedCreator 1.7.2</generator>
        <image>
            <url>http://en.netlogstatic.com/p/tt/015/701/15701799.jpg</url>
            <title>baby_brittani</title>
            <link>http://en.netlog.com/baby_brittani</link>
            <description>baby_brittani</description>
        </image>
        <item>
            <title>untitled poem on rape</title>
            <link>http://en.netlog.com/baby_brittani/blog/blogid=1317996</link>
            <description>broken into pieces and torn all apart.&lt;br /&gt;there is little remains left of my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;you did this to me.&lt;br /&gt;you're the one who made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;and you made it worse when you chose to lie.&lt;br /&gt;with all the chains and metal hangers between all of your beatings.&lt;br /&gt;you left me with bruises, thinking of excuses of what had happened the night before.&lt;br /&gt;of when you and him would lock me in a closet and call me a little whore.&lt;br /&gt;night, after night, you would keep coming back for more.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, one day, i got the courage to stand up for myself.&lt;br /&gt;i told the school nurse and the principal, and it all became more of hell.&lt;br /&gt;nobody believed me when i tried to tell.&lt;br /&gt;i would come home crying and you kept reminding me of dying, of the promise you made if i told on you.&lt;br /&gt;you said you would kill me if i told anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i stood up no matter what you told me.&lt;br /&gt;i would go to my friends house and her mom would just hold me.&lt;br /&gt;finally, i got you, i got you away from me.&lt;br /&gt;no more bruises, no more thinking of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;and look at the woman i have become. &lt;br /&gt;i dont let you get to me or bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;this is how you changed me, how you turned my life around.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for doing what you have done because i have more respect than ever before and i hope you had your fun.&lt;br /&gt;because this time, I WON!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                   by, brittani n. mcintire</description>
            <author>baby_brittani</author>
            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 05:01:10 UT</pubDate>
        </item>
        <item>
            <title>love</title>
            <link>http://en.netlog.com/baby_brittani/blog/blogid=1317970</link>
            <description>love is like an alley.&lt;br /&gt;it's dark and seems to last forver.&lt;br /&gt;you never know whats coming next.&lt;br /&gt;in love, you have to take chances.&lt;br /&gt;you have to forigve and forget but never give up.&lt;br /&gt;there is someone out there waiting for you, as is for me.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, i wonder who that man will be.&lt;br /&gt;love is more than just a feeling for another, it is trust, it is kindness, and it is not lust.&lt;br /&gt;just like you, i need to love and be loved</description>
            <author>baby_brittani</author>
            <pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 04:50:44 UT</pubDate>
        </item>
    </channel>
</rss>
