RICH BLOOD

The Pharaoh had a tomb as grand as my smile as golden as my skin and strong as my mind.

The King had a castle as rich as my blood as tall as my soul and brown as my skin tone.

The Emperor had a palace as wondrous as my laugh as mystical as my eyes and breathtaking as my craft.

Words were my armor, metaphors my weapon, intonation my deflection forcing enemies the opposite direction.

I am the Queen, the Empress, the Pharaoh’s Goddess.

Dressed in gold from head to toe nothing about my garment says modest.

Rightfully so as I've bared this cross too long to be disrespected carrying the weight of a people awaiting its resurrection.

Restoration after deflation by the efforts of our nation; a place we built by bondage without hesitation to forget the equality of man.

Doomed to erode like the beach's sand time erases our faces leaving the smirk of the white man.But here's what I don't understand.

How I can go from a Goddess, a Queen, an Empress to a slave, inhuman, inferior not even a being.

They ripped my flesh from the bone letting my blood flood the land nurturing the trees that make leaves grow red.

When the wind blows you can feel my ashes. I too was crucified next to Jesus listening to the laughter of the ethnocentric people and the fascist neo-Nazi’s with their built up evils.

They mocked my crown as royal I was beat me down and stole my self-worth mocked my country Oh Mother Africa, how they belittle you so. Making piss pots of the grounds I would call home.

Now they tear apart this man leading the country we built. Reversing the years to the grave of Emmett Till, I can feel the Klu Klux Klan breathing through my window sill.

And they tell me we live in a post-racial society. The election of a black man was done at our hands if left to the Europeans he’d still be held captive.

Excuse me if I’ve given up hope. Our education, our political system, our health care, our judicial jurisdiction, our laws, our Senate, our Nation is pitted AGAINST us.

What am I to do but look for my long lost crown and pray my Queendom returns?

Aspire that my sons and daughter’s will assume the royal throne and be the God’s and Goddesses that once controlled what we owned.

My palace was dismantled left to be handled and divided by the Republican conquerors covered in their scandals; my poor sacred land left in shambles.

The dust of dollar signs settles on the mound of my dreams, a deformed byproduct of their hate-filled schemes.

You can’t tell me not to be angry!

The poison has gone so far as to corrode the minds of my brothers.

They chase white women, Chinese women, anything that refuses the memory of Black mothers.

They turn from tradition and empathize their own institutionalization.

Ignoring the truth and running from realizations that they are Black men with responsibilities.

They are Princes, King’s, Pharaohs, Godly beings.

They leave the womb neglecting their destiny from birth as we Queen’s are left to take care of sick mother earth.

I’m not generalizing what you hear is the truth. So many throw away futures to emulate musical tunes. They are pretty boys now no longer strong men. Concerned with swag instead of being genuine.

They smash, grab, and dash damaging the image of their Queen’s yet our Goddess’s act like the trash on the videos they’ve seen.

Warped mentality from slavery and civil rights to the passive-aggressive prejudice in the Obama-McCain fights.

We’re too ignorant to realize the noose on our necks we’re about to be hung gasping for breathe, caste unto death, question of our intellect, loss of respect as if we ever had it.

Too numb, too dumb, to content to be run by a people who consistently plot our demise. Why is my skin color such a burning flame in the white man’s eyes?

If anything it should be the diamonds in my crown, the elegance of my smile, the authority in my voice, or strength of my soul…

I am a Goddess, a Queen, an Empress, now kiss the FEET of you’re Pharaoh.

Transgression of identity the theft of Mnemosyne

Titanic power ancient Greek, rituals of the past that future seeks.

While with each life that lingers on words I speak creep through my esophagus on my tongue lies their feet.

The trails of my ancestors the gift that repeats.

Spoken into the air unabashed truths mixed with the caress of their lies,

peeling back the tedious skins until naked flesh is exposed by time.

But....what entity am I?

That conforms against will remaining yet the same shifting and morphing each day the SAME shape.

Contradictions and conflictions label each day.

Trapped in a matrix that is unforgiving and malicious,

cultivating each blood cell until the vile is filled.

My body a mere skeleton; a vapor of human will.

What comes to pass in the death of man?

That he created fate in the doing of his own hands...

What works will be my demise?

Will it come prematurely or delayed far behind?

Is there power in my existence or am I merely livid?

If the body is absent what imprint was ever given?

Quest untitled. everything is unknown and unwritten.

I can only relinquish the thoughts of my heart, the purity of my sin, the visions of my mind, and stages I've been.

So take what YOU see....

what came to mind when you thought of me?

The time has come!!!

School is starting!!!

Since school will be starting in less than a week I took it upon myself to go out and search for ways to get textbooks for cheap. Here are the links:

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http://www.abebooks.com/

http://www.half.com/

http://www.amazon.com/

Hope these links help you! Email me if you find other websites! Happy Hunting!

Fathom

The process of thought, relentless intent
Led my journey to reach my mind's extent

I...prevent any detours staying focused.

However life was the better opponent.

My attention spent elsewhere in places I've never dreamed

Where goals were set for yesterday for they had all been achieved.

Irrevocably trapped without escape.

Doomed and destined to wander the maze.

A chapter yet written, a book yet closed....

My mouth plugged with stone my mind full of gold.

On the tombstone it read....

Here lies her intelligence....never used....became dead.

-Cammy G

32 day countdown

I know everyone's been anxiously awaiting the return of college. Alas, we have 32 days my friends. However things are changing, in my opinion, for the better.

1. First thing, I'll be working more heavily with my internship at Cool Girls, Inc.

2. On top of that, I now have to pay for my books and phone bill which requires a J.O.B

3. I've joined Conscious Collective on campus (A black arts organization that showcases all forms of talent within the GSU black community.)

4. I'm in a show! "Exspose: The Underground Truth" I perform Aug 28th at 595 North in downtown atlanta. Tickets are $10!

5. I plan on doing some study abroad work probably in Spain. Teaching spanish children the english language.

6. I'm also helping charter a new chapter of the Optimist group on campus. This group is a community service based organization that focuses on providing positive structures in the lives of youth.

Needless to say, I'm going to be VERY busy. All of this must be maintained as well as nothing below a 3.5 gpa. I'm claiming it now! I'm on my way to do bigger and better things. What are YOUR pans for Fall 2010?

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HOT UNDERGROUND ARTISTS!!!

Musical Mentality

Derived from the roots of the original fruit

that blooms the ignorance of man

I take poverty in my left hand and...

Combine it in marriage to lackluster might in my right.

Perfectly joined in sickness and HOPING for health

Dealt the cards with skull & bones amounting themselves in financial wealth.

The life of a man is expensive to the rich....but given an inner-city perspective

It comes a dime a dozen with a steady pitch.

Can you hear the sound of a dying breed?

Consensual to perish watching themselves bleed?

So when I create rhymes, verses, hooks, or whatever

THAT goes towards my muscial mentality see...

Parallel to demonic satanism we

blatantly disobey yet expect payment from him

as if we're owed...sinking in our own pitiful boat.

Yet we can achieve and be better than he that put us here

where misery...loves company.

The obvious= Barack Hussein Obama

The predeccessors=Malcolm X and others.

The future=ME

I can't speak for you and yours but regarding my socio-economic status hard work is

the remedy.

So when I'm coming at you musically best believe thats MY musical mentality.

The rock of my world the hemoglobin of my soul are the lives around me that keep

my life full.

You can't tell me to fail. Cursed with this desire of insatiable appetite its impossible

that I wont prevail.

Education seeks to that. My family seeks to that. My God seeks to that. And even

the

people that have my back.

It's not even tangible for me to grant you sight into the light that guides MY life.

As long as I live I promise to be free.

Rid of insecurity, ignorance, stereotypes, and misconceptions of me.

Please understand when the mic's in my hand, I bring THIS to my musical mentality.

Push the garbage to the corner and lock your mind from the stench

Cause those false all-star players are destined for the bench

When your concern is intended for the monetary gratification you'll never have my ear.

No limitation fathomable could trap me to be there.

I chase everlasting vitality because thats my muscial mentality.

I don't have a title.

See....we're stuck in a state of paralysis where the analysis is opposed to what reality is...

But..no one comprehends nor makes amends regarding our sins.

What you don't know is...

I'm using the illusatory nature of language to contort your notions...

Those facetious things that birth impetous intentions.

I wish not to receive them and those that adorn them are beneath it.

With the blood of my people, I've committed great acts...yet...

We stumble through the earth a byproduct of the past.

Bequeath yourself of unoble tendencies and align the traits with thee a great leader.

I don't mean to assume the character that boasts her intelligence but the more I write this gets deeper.

It's not about the stacks, cash, bones, and dubs but

my driven motivation sees that I qualify to collect all the above

So what have you done?

Because though we share the brown skin

I refuse to admit a failure as my kin

Morally insurrect and mentally suspect you are no bloodline of mine

And it's time the world recognizes

What you see by association of our color is not a representation of my sister or my brother.

Those idiotic symbols are the canvas of mediocrity...

yet my people are a beautiful thing...we....are a masterpiece.

Summer Styles; Hollywood Edition

As some of you may know I have a birthday coming up [AUGUST 21st]

For those of you who have summer birthdays such as myself, or just like to go out and dress up and look pretty, I have a template!!!

Cute dress from Forever 21 with these

Christian Loubiton heel boots. Of course you can add bulky and chunky jewelry for the accessories. Bracelets and large earrings work well also.

This dress also comes from Forever 21 and the heel is actually Gucci. A long chain type of necklace and dangling earrings seem best for the outfit. A bold ring on the hand also compliments the attire.

This dress comes from Charlotte Reusse and the heel is again Christian Loubiton. I like the decoration of the heel mself. Jewelry that compliments are large stone bracelets that resemble that of the heel decoration. A nice hooped necklace would also fit well.

Click the Picture to start shopping online

War: Please view the video then read my poem

When your political system becomes the enemy, as politicians feel your lives are beneath them

And confrontation results in the casualty of your freedom...is War ever worth it?

If the health of the children, sanity of the parents, morality of the masses became less apparent...

is War ever worth it?

Utilize the knowledge they hide in darkness

Seek with your eyes the pride of involvement

But...run the risk of solitude; everpresent silence.

Your voice but a whisper among bloody sirens.

Ask yourself....is War EVER worth it?

Destitue nations beg at our heels our own people are poor yet we can afford oil spills.

Children are molested and mothers are gashed as each day progresses but must I ASK if this is real?

War is not worth it.

Because you can look in the eyes of a dying body and see nothing but the cost of the death you're qualified to run my country. Economic policy to deploy and committ robbery of cultural identities and destroy other's property all in the name of "democracy".

I won't participate in this race to hate and eliminate oddities that don't equate or won't assimilate to our state yet choose to debate rather than demonstrate that fate but its too late to negate overrated mandates.

That's what we're built off of. The poison of greed and stench of pride while starving countries are denied by our kind...

Disgusted as I am with our political system subconsciously I guiltily plea to my role.

I too have sinned and by no means can cast the first stone.

However, you must remember WHO sits at the throne and GAVE us this home.

Because....when alls said and done we'll be buried so far under our riches

as we watch those same hungry people able to ascend across bridges and meet...His Holy presence.

And OH HOW ironic it will be....that when we reach His face he asks

"Was war ever worth it....that it kept you from Me?"

Forbidden Fruit

Forbidden fruit grows on temptous trees

As I mingle myself in the lustrous breeze
Entangle my values with things I don't need
Reach...for the fruit amidst these things
I fall under and drown in the motions
Until the last breathe evaporates leaving me potent
No longer falling from grace we have fallen
Time is upon us to answer our calling

Deep inside I feel wronged an injustice done me
But silent I remain keeping my heart in chains letting insecurity run free
Trust is unknown my perspectives been tainted
I can only see whats not there and only if I've made it.
So this is the price of forbidden fruit eaten
I choose to put it down and unwalk the path beaten

If not respected my efforts go squandered
Until with each experience I grow stronger
This is my wish that I can attain that dream
But until then I sit, ponder, and scheme.
Forbidden fruit grows on temptous trees.

Cooking with Cammy

So the other day I made some DELICIOUS chicken stew. It was amazing I had to share it with everyone. For those who can't cook this is perfect and easy.

Ingredients:

• 10 chicken drumsticks.
• 4 stalks of celery
• 8 organic carrots
• 1 green onion
• 1 Vidalia Onion
• 1 bag of red potatoes
• 2 bell peppers [1 red and 1 green for color]
• 1 small bag of brown rice
• 2 boxes of chicken broth

Spices:

• Rosemary
• Chili Powder
• Curry
• Oregano
• Basil
• Season Salt
• Pepper
• Italian Seasoning
• Salt
• Garlic Powder
• Onion Powder

Tools:

• 1 Large pot
• 1 skillet
• 1 knife
• 1 wooden spoon
• 1 pair of tongs
• 1 Large Bowl

Make sure you prep everything before you start cooking meaning: have your vegetables chopped and sliced before doing anything. The onions, carrots, bell peppers, and celery can all be roughly chopped. Not too chunky but not too thin.

1. Heat up the skillet as well as the pot. A small half-inch slice of butter in each. Remember keep the heat low!
2. Season the chicken drumsticks in the bowl with all the spices. Make sure to use your hands and toss the chicken [like you would a salad] to ensure the seasoning covers as much as possible. Use small handfuls of each seasoning. DON'T OVER DO IT!
3. Place the drumsticks in the skill [you wont be able to fit all of them in at once]. Turn the heat up a little bit
4. As the chicken cooks, throw the vegetables in the big pot. Let them soften before adding the chicken broth. To the broth add a few shakes of season salt, pepper, and curry.
5. As the chicken browns put it inside the pot. Once all the drumsticks are done let them simmer in the pot.
6. Add the rice last inside the pot. Now leave the pot alone, clean up your mess, and let everything come together.
7. Check the pot approximately 1 hour to 1 hour and 45 minutes later.
   
   
   

There you go! Fresh chicken stew! Yummy!

BLACK is the color of Passion

When things can be born again out of ash it is one more time I must ask...what is passion's color?

Some depict red with hues of scorching heat that burns and fuels until hell and earth greet.

Concerning me? ....I believe..passion IS black!

It is deep and unknown, stripping the eye until sight is what you lack....empty and without fullness desiring to be filled in.

Quiet and nervous passion IS black!

All secrets are held within mysterious and unforgiving until souls are taken aback. PASSION...without a doubt or question IS BLACK!

Black is beautiful crowned with the gems of coal. Royal among others in its dissertations yet bold.

Elegant and relentless healing to unwanted time, letting us forget the pain in our minds.

If we LOVE it theres no need to understand.

Simply our willingness to be encompassed in the dark sultry sense, and trust our steps without hands.

Passion IS black!

There could be no refute, the ignorant remain mute, and the rest can hang loose!

White is a surrender until cowardice is rendered and tails go tucked between legs.

Yellow is unhealthy and laid back. Lazy with no heed to whats being said.

And blue?.....that's depression..blue....is the color....of DEATH.

We can talk about purple, orange, green, whatever you like.

But not ONE color defines passion such as black.

THAT'S my desire.

THAT'S my lust.

Makes me reach higher in the benefit of "us".

Yes....black IS the color of passion.

Cool Girls, Inc.

What distinguishes a girl from a woman?

What traits should a woman have?
How can you better yourself?
What makes you a leader?

These are the questions that our girls face and answer when class is in session with Cool Girls.
Cool Girls is an organization dedicated to the empowerment of young women. We seek to educate and equip our students with the proper tools to better their future. In the classes that I hold, I personally make it my goal to prepare my students for college. Whether it be providing them with college tours, information, or guiding them towards what career path interests them, my girls know that an education is critical. Cool Girls stresses the importance of inner beauty and leadership within one's community. Our events range from trips to the zoo, fashion shows, bowling, seminars, etc. We mentor students between 3rd-12th grade. There is nothing a volunteer wont do to make sure our Cool Girls are properly fostered.

Shoutout to COAN MIDDLE SCHOOL!!! These are my girls learning to step.

I couldn't see myself doing anything other than helping children prepare for the future. Partially my reasoning for changing my major to Education, Cool Girls has truly been a great experience. Now not everything is fine and dandy. You will have your occassional "bad girl" who wants to challenge authority. Maintain patience and try to find common ground. Either way it is an awesome experience. If you would like to join our wonderful organization please visit:
http://www.thecoolgirls.org/

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Bad.

Strong beyond any one's comprehension
She carries the excess of retention
The burden of ancestral tides and rich culture
Deeply embedded in the african folklore
Memories as vivid as the bright rainbow
Crafted beautifuly by God Himself



She is Bad...



Unaffected by trivial means
She pursues with great hunger, a young girl's dream
Living life for more than just what it seems
With depth and purpose she praises His name
Educated and motivated nothing can obscure
A black woman's drive chasing after whats pure



She is Bad...


Holding her own against the masses
Ringing the world with her own laughter
Leaping across countries in a single stride
As if nothing, she gazes the ocean wide
Amber tinted eyes with a smile so subtle
Achieving great feats she continues the hustle


She is Bad...


Nothing short of proud she walks this earth
Queen of all she sees and the knowledge learned
Master of perfect imperfections she is
Many seek her affections where the heart lives
Hopeful as to whom she''s becoming
It's quite clear this girls a Black Woman.



She is Bad...

Gone But Not Forgotten: RIP Tiana Kindred

It was hard to digest that as soon as one blessed mine

A life was extinguished before it was time.

No amount of grief, no amount of tears; but prayers can do justice.

But....justice is a wicked thing for it took you as you blessed us.

I don't believe or attempt to conceive how anyone with

such joy could have their soul retrieved.

I can still hear your laughter. I can see you smile.

Thats how I know you're not gone yet here I am....crying.

Too soon. Too sudden. Yet I dare not question God.

I can only reminisce and mourn your loss.

How fickle is life that when one gets comfortable

Death finds his way in to do something horrible?

Too brilliant to doubt your presence.

Yet....stuck without confirmation proves the evident.

We lost a great friend.

No point in saying goodbye because I assure you, Tiana, this isn't where it ends not even by a mile.

Love you....RIP

Ink-Cammy G

Wrap each word carefully in cellophane-like raptures


Until it becomes constricted with the bond of exaltation.


Warm it with tender care and let it glow under its sheets


While you sit back and admire its awkwardness.

Laugh at the paper and mark it vehemently until the passion overflows.

Let it spill over the desk and puddle on the floor, then sit in it and soak it all in.

Smell the fumes of prestige and cover yourself in the stains of distinction.

Listen to the small hums of joy or shrink from the tremors of woe.

See it?

Let it leap from the page and dance with enthusiasm.

Caress it until your arms grow numb and cold.

Then, let your reverence sing to its timidity.

Let the ink be your blood and inspire your greatest dreams.