My letter to Love

Can I have that friendship that never ends continually stimulating my intelligence?
I want that power to transcend and amend broken spirits let no harm come near it.
I crave that flavor every time I part my lips of passion and trust a divine designed mix…

I desire that warmth on my skin through which I claim protection shielded from the dagger of untruthful misconceptions…

Too many refer to love as some fleeting emotion or another word to be tossed in our diction. They think of it reality when in proof it is fiction and I refuse to bear the burden of such hideous fallacies interpreting lust for something long-lasting.

If a man can just admire my vision and work in conjunction instead of chase me around for my bodily functions we can share what I truly have to offer that is sweeter than any temporary feeling shared amongst “lovers”.

In his eyes I want to be imperfect and unbalanced so that loving me comes as a challenge and when his prize is won he’ll appreciate my soul that much more because simply sharing that with you has been my life-long goal and I didn’t build myself up…for my value to be annulled.

I looked inside myself and love once told to me.
“The true power in harnessing my beauty is to acknowledge me, practice me, honestly, act on me, represent me, actually, trust me, not factually, faithfully create me, wait on me patiently, hoping that one day LOVE is what you awaken to”….

And I listened….so love whenever you decide to come around let him see the woman and treasure what he’s found….

Take control of our destiny connecting us endlessly and teaching us relentlessly for there is no force as strong as you….

I want to cover myself in you from head to toe and show everyone my outfit of compassion. Drench me from my hair follicles to the edges of my toe nails so that wearing love in its entirety becomes fashion

Can I have you and keep you under my rib cage so that if you were to ever part from me I’d collapse internally withering away my days? I want you so deeply rooted in me that love assumes my identity and they’ll assume my character your name….

I guess what I’m asking is….when the time comes….can it never go away….Love….I’ll take your good, your bad, and I’ll vehemently endure your pain….until then I humbly and patiently wait…

What I've been up to...

I know I haven't posted much as of late....I apologize.

I've been working at a store called Justice (Northpoint Mall) saving up money for this thing called L.I.F.E

I've also been volunteering heavily with Cool Girls, Inc.

I mentor young girls at Coan Middle School as well as Clifton Elementary School. They are an AWESOME group. Love you girls =)

I've also been interning with the same organization, Cool Girls, helping to update files and organize information, etc.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

I have NEW PIECES for you all to read as well.

I've been volunteering with Conscious Collective as well (We have BIG things planned for GSU)

So far I've been accomplishing all I set out to do.

If you missed my performance on campus last semester and missed my performance again on January 26th don't fret I have more shows!

February 11th, 2011 Urban Life Building 5pm
February 17th, 2011 Rialto Center
Georgia State's Annual "Black Affair" (TBA)

Stay tuned for my NEW SPOKEN WORLD MATERIAL!!!

Be blessed. I'm back on the grind =)

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:

http://www.chegg.com/

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?