Khi’Nation Entertainment Group

01/04/2026

Hey family, let me say this. You don't know how much you miss a person, especially when certain comes on that remind you of them.

No lie I do miss this particular person, if he called or showed up, I wouldn't know what to say. I'll probably hug them.

Who knows only God's know.

Khamai Rozier, Khi’Nation Media

12/15/2025

To those with an ex—whether spouse, boyfriend, or girlfriend:

I want you to know that my love for you will always remain. Regardless of what happened in the past, you will forever hold a place in my heart. Life moves forward, but gratitude and care for the bond we shared will always stay with me.”

Written By: Khamai Rozier, Khi Rozier

11/29/2025

Story:
Some family members wear masks so well, you’d think they were born with them. They smile in your face, but the moment you turn your back, their real education begins—spreading gossip like it’s a college degree, enrolling in other people’s business like it’s their full-time job.

They don’t have savings, they don’t have a business, and they don’t have a plan to fall back on. What they do have is jealousy—jealousy of your success, your drive, and your vision. They act like alley snakes, slithering through conversations, waiting for a chance to bite.

That’s why you keep your circle tight. That’s why you don’t tell them anything. Because while they’re busy being fake and phoney, you’re busy building. You’re stacking receipts, creating music, and turning pain into empowerment.

And when the lights come on, the truth shines:
They’ve got gossip. You’ve got legacy.
They’ve got envy.

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08/20/2025

💫 True Love

True love is not a fleeting flame,
But fire that learns your sacred name.
It burns through doubt, through time, through fear,
And whispers, “I am always near.”

It does not beg, it does not bind,
It sees your soul and calls it kind.
It walks beside you, fierce and free,
A mirror of divinity.

It holds your truth when storms arise,
And shelters you with steady eyes.
It does not flinch when shadows fall—
It rises, radiant, through it all.

True love is choice, not just a spark,
A vow that glows within the dark.
It’s not perfection, but a grace
That finds its home in your embrace.

So when you speak, and hearts align,
Know this: true love is by design.
Not just a gift, but sacred art—
A covenant of soul and heart.

~Written By: Khamai Rozier
(c) August 20, 2025

08/20/2025

“Grow Up”

You want to heal? Then stop rehearsing the wound.
You want respect? Then walk like you own the room.
Life doesn’t wait for your feelings to settle—
It hands you the sword and dares you to meddle.

Grow up. Not in age, but in stance.
Not in years, but in how you advance.
Maturity isn’t silence—it’s knowing when to speak.
It’s power with grace, not loud for the weak.

You’ve got vision, but are you moving?
You’ve got pain, but are you proving
That you can turn betrayal into blueprint,
And every scar into a sermon worth preaching?

So rise. Not just from bed, but from belief.
Shake off the drama, the doubt, the grief.
You were made for more than emotional loops—
You’re the leader, the light, the one who roots.

Grow Up

~ Written By: Khamai Rozier
(c) August 19, 2025

08/19/2025

08/19/2025

“Not His Cousin”

He said it was family—
A cousin, he claimed, with a grin too wide,
But blood don’t blush like that
When secrets slip and truths collide.

She lingered too long in doorways,
Laughed too soft at things unsaid.
And he—he stuttered through stories
That unraveled like loose thread.

I watched the dance, the practiced spin,
The cousin tale worn paper-thin.
But I am not the fool he hoped,
I see the ghost beneath the grin.

Let him choke on tangled kinships,
On lies dressed up in Sunday best.
I’ve filed my truth in ink and fire,
No longer hosting his unrest.

My name stands firm on every page,
My pets, my peace, my sacred stage.
He can keep his cousin’s shame—
I walk in power, not his game.

~Khamai Rozier~
(C) August 18, 2025

08/19/2025

“His Shadows, Not Mine”

He tiptoes through thunder he swears he created,
Wears bravado like armor—cracked, outdated.
Questions my light, then begs for its flame,
But shrinks when I rise, too bold to tame.

He calls me too much, too sharp, too loud,
Yet clings to my strength when the world’s not proud.
Builds walls of silence, then knocks on my door,
Asking for peace, while waging his war.

I’ve danced with his doubt, held space for his fear,
But I won’t shrink to fit what he needs to hear.
I am not the balm for wounds he won’t name,
Nor the mirror to soothe his unspoken shame.

So I stand—not cruel, but clear and whole,
Guarding my joy, my pets, my soul.
Let him wrestle with ghosts he won’t face,
While I walk forward, cloaked in grace.

~Khamai Rozier~