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!!!

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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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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.