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When Queens Link: HerbHabitue

So, story time: (Note: Click here, to listen to this episode of When Queens Link) Two weeks ago, as I was preparing for my trip to ATL, I slid over to Office Depot to see what was up with my new retractable banner that I ordered + it wasn’t ready. 🤯 If you’ve seen herContinue reading “When Queens Link: HerbHabitue”

Chicago’s Pain.

We prided ourselves on productivityuntil “produce despite a pandemic”became our reality.Into the dawn like bird songs, nowpangs of insomnia beckon us.Mistaking insanity for invincibilitycausing us to be more recklessduring the day. “Black folk the new robots.” All the while paving the way,for heavier workloads.They’re writing the code on our souls.Imputing and uploading mixed messagesin ourContinue reading “Chicago’s Pain.”

Send this poem to a Black Woman 🖤

Is there someone in your life you who could use a reminder about how strong/creative/blessed they are? If you are a Black woman reading this, what are you speaking over yourself this morning, Queen? Here’s a poem I wrote years ago to speak over myself when I needed an extra bit of encouragement. My onlyContinue reading “Send this poem to a Black Woman 🖤”

Love: A New Inquiry

So I’ve been listening to a lot of Drake and Anita lately. But somehow in between them, I was able to come across this song, Sacred Space, by India.Arie. Honestly, between her and Anita’s Tidal playlists, I’m rethinking the type of love that I need and want in my life. There’s a lyric in thisContinue reading “Love: A New Inquiry”

Make Us Better | Prayer

Dear God,Sometimes I wonderwhat You think of me.Am I pleasing You?When look at me,do You smile? Is Yourheart satisfied? Teach mehow to live out life like You.Hold my hand, ordermy steps, and set a firein my soul for Your ways.Consume me, filling allthe cracks and crevicesof my being with Your Spirit.Make Me Better,in Jesus’ Name.—Amen.

The Black Woman | Poem

This womb was created to create life These hands made to make magic These feet and legs, stand stronger than a pyramid, immovable during struggles This heart pumps blood of Ghanaian warriors and American freedom fighters This hair grows closer to the sun each day, vivid reminder of my royalty She sustains a legacy farContinue reading “The Black Woman | Poem”

Promises to My Joy, The Princess

I promise to show you how extremely talented you are.I promise to listen before I say no.I promise to hear your point of view.I promise to make room for your heart’s desires.I promise to remind you that you are the princess (and yes, I’m The Queen—although it sounds softer when you remind me).I promise theyContinue reading “Promises to My Joy, The Princess”

Chicago Peace Project Revisited

(Politickin: The Chicago Peace Project participants discussing future goals, ancient societies, and their favorite cartoons while creating art in trauma-informed breakout sessions facilitated by the Teen Arts Council members.) (Drop Me Off at the L: Teen Arts Council members facilitate an icebreaker called Mr. Taxi Driver for The Chicago Peace Project participants.) Is it stillContinue reading “Chicago Peace Project Revisited”

Diggin’ in the Crates…

You ever have a dream that just keeps nagging you? I remember wanting to write poetry for as long as I can remember—but…

Tell a Friend!

Yo! We gained 70 new friends on our Facebook Page yesterday! SEVENTY! 7-0! The big SOIXANTE-DIX! I’m super excited! Welcome! I hope that each experience with the Sincerely, Tyra brand empower you to think about how dope you are, inspires you to share your talents and resources, build community with each other, and pushes youContinue reading “Tell a Friend!”

Move on, Sis!

“If we both wanted the same thing, we would be in a relationship right now.”

I had to explain to my friend that I knew this because he never made a deciding move. Don’t get me wrong now, we’re not on bad terms. We don’t hate each other. We simply aren’t meant to be committed to each other. And ultimately, his actions (or lack thereof) spoke for his desires.

You are INSPIRING | #GRWM

Dear Righteous and Holy Father, I’m sure You heard me say that I would close out this year on “Cloud Nine,” praising You and blessing Your Name for all this goodness that You have done thus far…. I think right as I was saying that the devil asked You if He could try me. ThereContinue reading “You are INSPIRING | #GRWM”

Go Deeper | #GRWM

“You are in the air I’m breathing in…” Good morning God, what a beautiful reminder of Your omnipresence; that Your Spirit is meant to reside in me; that I’m enough just the way I am; that You care despite ______; that You are always desiring to get closer to me… Thank You for coming afterContinue reading “Go Deeper | #GRWM”

Living on Cloud Nine

I’m on cloud nine and I don’t wanna come down. | Natural high, haters can’t make me calm down. | Hunting for it and I could eat it right now. | These mf’in poems ain’t gon sell theyself na. | 😂… (Okay, I got it out of my system! I watched the entire season ofContinue reading “Living on Cloud Nine”

#DearSelf

Honestly, I haven’t been feeling like myself lately… Then, I remembered I’m cut from a different cloth: I’m a Queen. I’m genuine and caring. I have goals achieved and that are making progress. I’m stronger than I give myself credit for. AND, I know my purpose. So despite everything, I was born to win. WomenContinue reading “#DearSelf”

#DearSelf

Dear Self: Stop trying to compact your love in their tiny box. It’s too huge; too vast; and too much a thing to be marvelled. Not at all a fixture to be hidden or revealed by decision of a weak ego needing to be stroked. –Sincerely, Tyra

Worth the Work

Writing this post thinking of some of the ways that I have blocked my own blessings in the past: A. By moving too fast, B. by trusting too quickly (yes, there’s a difference between trusting people and being naive like I was), C. by doing my own thing out of pride, D. and by notContinue reading “Worth the Work”

Prayed Up | An Excerpt

She is gospel and spoken word all at once. Healing and remedies summonsed at her command. Who would dare stand in doubt about her strength? Or the length of her care? The type you pray that you stay in her prayers. —Sincerely, Tyra

Comments on Control and Being Still

Bruh, here’s a not-so-secret secret: I struggle with being in control. If I’m being real, I can paint a picture for you. Give me a second… Okay, so: A. Sometimes, I roll my eyes at people who I think don’t know what they’re doing instead of helping them. B. Although I’ll say when I’m wrong,Continue reading “Comments on Control and Being Still”

Breakthrough Prayer

Dear God, Help me bring everything to You FIRST. Every dream. Every concern. Every responsibility. Every decision. Every relationship. Every battle. Every opportunity. Every obstacle. Every health issue. Every need for healing. Every trial. Every step outside my home. Every job promotion. Every difficult conversation. Every worry. Every idea. Every victory. Every sin. Everything, God.Continue reading “Breakthrough Prayer”

Happy Mother’s Day!

Yo I’m tired now that I’m actually sitting still —BY MYSELF. Finally. Hosted an event, facilitated class today, and an hour and a half-long admin meeting. But God gave me the strength… This is a Gal. 6:9 moment. Just being able to sit still, alone. Grateful for a day filled with great conversations, but IContinue reading “Happy Mother’s Day!”

Voice and Freedom

I used to be “the quiet one” in the family. But my fam knew how to uplift me stoically. Voice is still only revealed or reeled in when necessary—mostly to heighten the sound of another’s. It’s tougher out here for the introverted mind that’s alerted by the time we usually tend to run out ofContinue reading “Voice and Freedom”

Eartha-Ntozake Mashup

“From the Desk of Eartha-Ntozake: Interesting how that works for a woman—brown-braided and radical like myself. I can be as fragile as flower and as submissive as a servant. And yet, it’s always been the ones that said they want a woman who has something to offer the world that leave me abandoned. So they’llContinue reading “Eartha-Ntozake Mashup”

Light, Zest, Space | #GRWM

“Light, space, zest!”
This whole idea that God our light, the creator of every space, and our zest/spice of life is really special.
It’s a simple reminder that God is really everything and with Him, I should have no fears!
I mean in the NIV version it literally says WHO shall I fear? Well, whom actually, but you feel me.
This reminder that if the CREATOR OF EVERY CREATURE, the PRODUCER OF ALL LIFE has my back…
WHO gon stop me if God be for me?!
Like WHO? I’ll wait…

The Overflowing

Just that quick smh…But not today Satan.Be slow to anger, Tyra.Be the example, Tyra.Be in this world, Tyra, not of it.I speak life over the people that wish to test my faith. I pray happiness over you, beloved. There are people struggling in my midst and you will not serve as a distraction as IContinue reading “The Overflowing”

A Laying of God’s Hand

I really have to thank God every day that I am not who I used to be on so many levels. Any girls/women in messed up/abusive relationships, I feel for you—mostly because I used to be you…. My Joy and I witnessed a domestic situation between two strangers late last night. And she’s talking aboutContinue reading “A Laying of God’s Hand”

Get Out of My Office!

I had the opportunity earlier today to pick the brains of forty Howard University Alt Spr Break students about our work! I can’t lie, it was dope/my job is dope. BUT, their insight, questions, and mere presence makes me wanna do more/create more spaces for these types of opportunities for my teens to serve ourContinue reading “Get Out of My Office!”

#HealitGod: Fear of Love

I read somewhere that God can’t heal what you are unprepared to reveal. This is an interesting concept that requires us to do a bit of work. Mainly, if you are not in the mindset to be self-reflective and confess your flaws and sins to God, they’ll remain thorns in your side. As my relationshipContinue reading “#HealitGod: Fear of Love”

Free Woman

No one wants a free woman. They want us to be small and contained, unopinonated and ashamed of all our own ideas. When I say, “Stop that. It hurts me.” They’d rather recall how strong I was before and parade my wounds around like a trophy. I just want to be a free woman, fullContinue reading “Free Woman”

Bellies & Babies

Sometimes I look at my stomach and cannot believe there used to be a living, breathing being inside of it… at least until My Joy decides to randomly pat it and says “I used to be in Mommy’s tummy” or “I wanna be in Mommy’s tummy” or… the most infamous one of all: “its looksContinue reading “Bellies & Babies”

My Joy the Mastermind

After tub time, My Joy likes for me to pick her up and stand in the mirror and hug her—like I did when she wasn’t half my size. Last night— My Joy: Pick me up, please. Me: I did pick you up (literally sitting on the side of the tub with her wrapped in herContinue reading “My Joy the Mastermind”

I talked to God in Public.

I think I’ve just now decided to call this what it is. I’m not a preacher, not an evangelist or a even a great intercessor. But I am consistent. And I’ve been consistently praying over us. Yes, even you–who I may not know. But you’re reading this right now–so yes, definitely you, too. There’s aContinue reading “I talked to God in Public.”

18 Love Lessons I Learned in 2018

I took some time to reflect on my relationships. This list represents the love (and sometimes lackluster love) that I experienced in the form of my family ties, friendships, and more intimate relationships. Ultimately, I realized that I should pay special attention to the ones that were blessings and found some important lessons in the rest. Please take what you need.

Dear Self,
1. Sex will not sustain you.

Not Your Average 4-Year Old

I love when people talk to My Joy likes she’s an actual person. Don’t treat my big girl princess like a four-year old that’s not up on game. She is too smart for that and will let you know as much with her level of conversation. Honestly, we should make it a practice of treatingContinue reading “Not Your Average 4-Year Old”

Happy New Year

If you’re reading this, it’s 2019. Dope things happened for us in 2018. Don’t let the mishaps, missteps, mistakes, or even the misfortune fool you into to believing that you didn’t make it through gloriously. It’s time to reflect, be grateful, increase your faith and do even more this year! —Sincerely, Tyra #SlayTheDream #ChiPeaceProject

Kujichaguli-whaat?!

Today, I had an important appointment earlier with an associate which ended up in me having to reflect on a few of my past mistakes. I had to remember times when I thought poorly of myself and times when I allowed other’s perception of me to infiltrate my own self-image. In fact, I used toContinue reading “Kujichaguli-whaat?!”

Excerpt from “Soul Fed”

Dear Self Project

We have ten days left in 2018. You’ve made it this far despite this year having been a test of of your patience, your strength—and possibly—your sanity. But there is definitely something to look forward to and many more things for which to be thankful. Remember, my words you’ve made it THIS far. Keep going!Continue reading “Dear Self Project”

The Meaning of Tyra

Someone called me the Goddess of Self-Love. I find this interesting because according to Google the name Tyra in Scandinavian is the feminine variation of Tyr: god of War, Battle. Most of my life, I’ve been trying to figure out how to reframe that “definition” into a positive one or redefine my name based onContinue reading “The Meaning of Tyra”

God Promoted Me

On this day last year, I found myself accepting a new job… Since then, everything I’ve touched has been favored and blessed. The only thing I miss are my residents and the dance studio. 😊 Less than a year later, that opportunity shifted from a new position to a new promotion. This year has beenContinue reading “God Promoted Me”

Career Change?

I think that I may have missed my calling… I have been off work for two days and now I’m thinking about becoming a stay-at-home mom/home-maker. Bruh, I was so productive earlier in the day, started cooking dinner at 4PM, and we have cleaned the kitchen and eaten all before 7PM. I luhh my job,Continue reading “Career Change?”

Sameyah Haile

I love conversations with My Joy. She is so free with her emotions that I learn something new about confidence, imagination or love with each dialogue. You can’t teach this type of self-love. It makes me weary wondering how I can protect her from the darkness of the world. So I pray her light neverContinue reading “Sameyah Haile”

Go VOTE!

Today’s intention is to VOTE: 1. bc my life depends on it. 2. bc Sameyah’s life depends on it. 3. bc someone needs to know that they have the right to vote despite their past mistakes. 4. bc if you’ve been convicted of a felony in Illinois AND served your time, you can register toContinue reading “Go VOTE!”

So Why Are You Single?

I was asked a couple of weeks ago why I didn’t have a boyfriend (of course, it was man–only men ask that question). While I told the truth, I also should have given the following list of reasons that keep me from “plummeting” into the abyss of love and relationships. (Funny, I used to beContinue reading “So Why Are You Single?”

The Party is Over | Chicago Ideas Week

Y’all. Today, we ended up at an event that we technically weren’t supposed to be attending because of a change in venue… After a great set of Chicago Ideas Week discussions, I gave Michael Eric Dyson my business card. He basically asks what I do and starts cracking jokes about how I’m too young toContinue reading “The Party is Over | Chicago Ideas Week”

Fill Your Holes

Now, If That Was A Black Person…

Tonight on “Now, If That Was A Black Person…” A local dummy tries to open the exit door of an Amtrak train while en route to Chicago. A conductor races from another car like a linebacker in pursuit of a sack, startling passengers and screaming, “Get off the train!” He yells again, “Get off theContinue reading “Now, If That Was A Black Person…”

Revolutionary Love, II

Dear Malcolm, I want a Nat Turner–most days. A man willing to die for the causes, someone who wrestles with the flaws of justice. I know that God wants a shield for all of us. But you, will always be safe with me until your insecurities find obscurity. And when that fire is subdued, useContinue reading “Revolutionary Love, II”

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