Beauty

Hi!

Do not remain silent as the poor in your state are bullied, harassed and suffer from unrepentant state authorized abuse. Welfare recipients welcome with open arms the opportunities denied to them that you enjoy. I am a Duke University 2012 graduate and I am unemployed. I have not been considered for any position that I was qualified to hold since arriving in the state of North Carolina in July 2010.

North Carolina is a nice state. It can be beautiful.

I am the Critical-Creative Consultant at MamiesShosho.  Allow me to help you realize your potential beauty.

Thanks!

Kimberly,
Duke University, MA’12
@mamiesshosho

http://pulse.ncpolicywatch.org/2013/04/23/aclu-nc-on-senate-bill-594-cruel-costly-and-blatantly-unconstitutional/

Family Matters

Kimberly Yarbrough Carpenter

Come on, pick up…

2/26/2013

What are you doing?  What have you done yet that I can verifiably see resulting in a positive outcome for the people?

What is all this–?

What does it have to do with love?

If your neighbor’s in need, can they call on you?

We’re out here hurting.

I’m educated.  I still have more to learn and to share.

Your powers of vision can turn this ship around.

One day–that’s all it took for me.

Look, here’s my draft.

Oh, try a little of that.

Maybe some more…I don’t know (yes I do).

Perhaps I will, just this one time–okay, Sun, Moon.  Done.

Call me if you need me, but you do realize…never mind, read.

Read the book.

It’s in there.

Look, I wrote that in a dream, and then I took a walk.  Peace.

For real though, there is an imperative need to know the truth.

Know your history.  Don’t just let them spoon you up into a version that does not acknowledge your contributions and beauty.

I mean especially…

History happened all up in and through this place.  Pain still waiting by trees.

I’m telling you, they’re over there right now handing out notes saying, “Nah, remember when we did that?  Ah HA!  Let’s do that again.  I want to collect some tears tonight boy!”

First thing when you know you’re awake, get on your knees and thank Him.

Read.

Think.

Then when you can, do what you do.  Put all of that into good work.

Oh me?  Right now, I’m just looking for my big brother.

Today Going Forward

God First!

Speak.

Be Good.

Share Your Knowledge.

Be a Lifelong Learner.

Help someone with your knowledge.

Fruit Vegan Spread

Eat this while glad in the knowledge that God is in charge.

• Cranberry sauce
• Frozen blueberries
• Cinnamon, nutmeg
• Lemon
• Vegan butter spread
• Agave if needed
• A little water and whatever you like that’s good

Place into the mini Kitchen-aid.  Blend.  Place mixture into clean container.  Melt in microwave for a little bit, stir and store in fridge.  Serve on toasted potato bread, or whatever you like.

Hi, I don’t think we’ve met.

Fried Tofu for the Fried Chicken Fool in You

Save a life in the middle of the night when the streets have rolled up and retired to Zanzibar, and you are mean and ornery because the 53rd Street, Original Harold’s is 3 CTA busses-away and you are $500 dollars short.

• Extra firm tofu
• Flour
• Tony’s
• Whole Food’s Habanero/green chile seasoning
• Ground red pepper
• Garlic powder
• A little olive oil or grape seed oil.

Slice tofu into 4 portions.  Use only 1 portion per person.  Cut tofu into cubes.

Season flour.  Place tofu into flour, and gently coat.

Use just enough oil to coat bottom of pan.

Fry until flour takes on a light color, or to your liking.

Splash hot sauce all over that!

American Heart of February

Enters the monumental heart, accompanied by apprentice 1 and 2.

Cherished sable wings flutter focus

trusting her pink Valentine self  to your intelligent fortress.

Interest-curling whispers

magnetize nemesis avoiders of wrapped layered idea-la laden

unsugared card-bearing cadency.

Awake, O’ ethosperic minders!

The public demands daily worked results in their pol-passionate hands.

Lean into the breaking waves.

The pence remains unsettled.

Surely clean to sparkling levels.  Repeat.

Your gift is underneath reams blessed by a No. 2 pencil.

Goodnight Monday Almost Tuesday Fresh Strawberry Parfait

The Chi-Lites

The Main Ingredient

Gospel

Fresh strawberries in the mini Kitchen-aid. Pulse. All strawberry, all the time.  Who needs dairy or something that will alert your blood pressure? A chunk of tofu, a long squirt of amber agave. Squeeze in 1/2 of fresh lemon. Pulse until it looks like strawberry goodness. Spoon crushed ginger cookies into pretty goblet, and then alternate with strawberry tofu.

Think, Good-Humor Strawberry Shortcake without the truck, expense or frantic decision to throw on a housecoat & slippers and be caught outside without makeup.

girl, 15

White House calls slaying of girl, 15, a terrible tragedy.

Hadiya’s brilliant pumpkin smile, warmly greets and breaks our hearts as we read the grim and terrible headline.  The City of Chicago, home to Blackhawks, Cubs, Bulls, Bears and other brilliant children attempt to gather the broken pieces of their hearts.

I know that Mayor Rahm Emmanuel like the Mayor Daley’s before him and Mayor Harold Washington will not rest until he finds a real solution to the violence in Chicago.

I grew up blocks from Hadiya’s neighborhood.  I walked those streets while dancing to keep from being caught running from nasty nefarious punks that would roll along and offer rides to good little brown girls on their way to school or the park.  Smiling the entire time, I practiced Ali’s two-step.  Bobbing and weaving, in my mind the future was worth learning to leap from curb to curb.

I am here to tell you, I am mad like an epic whale jumping like Jordan toward God to say, THIS IS MY CITY–This here entire area was good land; the water and everybody in it from DuSable to the very last.

Mayor Rahm, I challenge you to make it safe for the kids.

We want to sneak out at midnight, under the watchful eye of the moon, and camp on the lakefront with only the quiet noise of a hungry owl disturbing our fun.

We want to run down our blocks with one raggedy sneaker on, and an open change purse with quarters flying toward the Good Humor truck, hoping & wishing he did not forget to hide one Creamsicle or a Bombpop underneath something, way, way in the back of the freezer.

CTA drivers that laugh at folks who don’t have the sense to know the bus schedule and not have to run at the last minute when the light is about to turn green, want up-and-coming jerks in the city to just sit down, and conduct themselves accordingly.

I believe Cleo Cowley wants the parks, and the city where Hadiya called home all her life to be safe for children again and forever.