<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Mysite]]></title><description><![CDATA[Mysite]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2026 08:22:05 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Chasing Wealth, Losing Self:]]></title><description><![CDATA[An Analysis of Sister Souljah’s The Coldest Winter Ever 	Sister Souljah’s The Coldest Winter Ever isn’t just a story about a girl chasing wealth— it’s a raw look at how the world shapes us and how our choices shape our fate. Winter Santiaga grows up in a world ruled by money, power, and survival, but as her life unravels, it becomes clear that her downfall isn’t just about the world around her; it’s about the decisions she makes in it. This fiction serves as a way to examine the way...]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/post/chasing-wealth-losing-self</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b256da19a7028f2bc09961</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 06:05:06 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ashe Davis</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA["the sky told me a secret"]]></title><description><![CDATA[the sky told me a secret glitter stars fill me with prophecies it’s the truth, it’s the truth it’s true form warms me with gaiety i am happy my smile stretched till it breaks and joins the stars i will join the stars some day, we all will which star were gifted is the product of our mortal use you must be happy give your life to the sky not enough, smile, make it break so wide and join the stars you must prove that your worthy the sky told me the greatest secret that i am chosen to...]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/post/the-sky-told-me-a-secret</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b255b09f757da15ac52d90</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:57:22 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ashe Davis</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Broken High School Journey]]></title><description><![CDATA[Battle Through Public School 	“What are you?”  	Not a day at Westlake High School went by without hearing that question: “What are you?” It echoed through hallways, classrooms, and even casual conversations, a seemingly innocent inquiry that carried a weight most people couldn’t understand. For those asking, it was a fleeting moment of curiosity. For me, it was a constant reminder that I was different, that I didn’t fit neatly into the categories society expected. Most people don’t realize...]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/post/a-broken-high-school-journey</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b2537a19a7028f2bc091a2</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:48:11 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ashe Davis</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nana’s House]]></title><description><![CDATA[The absence of stress, mixed with childhood naivety, was a sweet escape we only found at Nana’s house. It seeped from the walls, into the food, and through the Steve Harvey Morning Show, trapping our jubilation. Her house was a sanctuary—whether it came as a tight hug or a quiet game of Scrabble. Prepubescent struggles and clashes with our parents always led my cousins and I to her old barn-style house in the woods. What was once called a punishment became a place of comfort and I came to...]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/post/nana-s-house</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b2527ad0cd2535b524fedb</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:44:13 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ashe Davis</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Misfit: My College Essay]]></title><description><![CDATA[The lessons we take from obstacles we encounter can be fundamental to later success. Recount a time when you faced a challenge, setback, or failure. How did it affect you, and what did you learn from the experience? 	Monachopsis:  the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.  By the age of nine, I was familiar with my oddities; a secluded mind, choppy bangs and pronouns that didn’t match my supple face. I learned to let their shame swallow me whole and the vines of their...]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/post/misfit-my-college-essay</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b251ca19a7028f2bc08d4e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:42:19 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ashe Davis</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Unplugged: What Deleting Instagram Has Taught Me About Living]]></title><description><![CDATA[A Summer Without A Like These past couple weeks of my life, I have held a brain in my hands, earned my driver’s license, read fabulous novels, and cried real tears. I’ve laughed from my belly, watched the sky change colors in silence, and allowed myself to simply exist in the world around me. And honestly? It all began with one spontaneous decision: deleting Instagram.]]></description><link>https://kasimdavis623.wixsite.com/mysite/post/__uuu</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b249059f757da15ac510a5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Mar 2026 05:03:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Ashe Davis</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>