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 about how scared she is… and why this and why that…

Eventually, I had to pull over and tell her to never let anyone talk to her like that and how I would not have let him do anything to her and ask her if she wanted me to pray over her so she wouldn’t be scared (My Joy doesnt like to pray yet, but she said yes lol). But I know from experience and witnessing other people’s experiences that it could have been more tragic.

I tell my youth all the time that “leadership is self-control” and I’m thankful that the fool who rolled up on the side of my car last night trying to get to another woman calmed down and displayed an ounce of self-control when I addressed him and had enough sense to at least apologize to my four year old watching him in a terror thinking he was trying to get to her mother.

I’m reflecting on how my own situation could have looked to my family and friends and strangers. Or how it could have looked to a child like my own. And I can only think about how we have to do better in the way of creating stronger families and villages. We have to do better in the way of how we talk and communicate with one another. We have to do better with controlling our anger and not letting it build and fester.

How do we fix this cycle of broken relationships and heal generational curses?

I’m glad I was able to calm My Joy down… but I’m still torn about a solution…

UPDATE: I named this post “A Laying of God’s Hand,” to pay tribute to the Ntozake Shange monologue of similar name from the choreopoem, “For colored girls who have considered suicide/When the rainbow is enuf.” Not only does this piece of art tackle the generational curse of abuse, but it serves as a timeless-albeit fictional-reminder of the oftentimes fatal damage that can result from toxic relationships. Additionally, it pays homage to all the people who may be in abusive relationships and are searching for a laying of peace-bearing hands. Occasionally, our abusers lay this kind of hand after the abuse. So, in essence, the title is also a soft prayer that if our significant others/abusers are not consistently laying this type of life-giving hand on us physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually that we find the strength to leave them or the vulnerability to ask for help.

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A Laying of God’s Hand

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 a funny, gif-ed out Twitter thread or stream of consciousness that explains why this prayer in this moment: https://twitter.com/tyrashange/status/1085861255871647744?s=21

If you read it, share a comment down below.

So hear’s today’s prayer:

May we all gain more peace in this year.

May we be vulnerable enough to not allow the chaos of our daily lives disrupt our inner peace.

Sincerely,

Tyra

I talked to God in Public.

Dope Woman #31

Sooo being the creative networker and master congratulateur that she is, my Best Fran coined this PR campaign for her birthday month.

It celebrates some of her friends + showcases a few of the things that they have accomplished as Black, Young, and Gifted women.

But this Empowerment Queen, Academic Recruiter, PR Guru, Sister, and Future Event Planner to the Rich & Famous who cares for the kids-all of them-is one of the few people that I actually look up to.

We have had millions of conversations of freedom schools, EPIC events and the politics of Nicki Minaj’s lyrics.

She’s the loudest introvert I know, writes like the lost lovechild of LaurynHill+Nas and is always helping someone.

So I kinda figured she would forget to include herself in the sheer genius that is #31DaysofDopeness.

So I added her myself!

V, I hope all your birthday events were EPIC.

You deserve, sis!

And I hope that we can continue this journey with you highlighting 31 women that the world needs to know!

Wonder what women will she feature in July’s catalogue of dopeness?

-Sincerely, Tyra

Dope Woman #31

Hair Wars and Self-Care

Spoiler Alert: This is a “Hair Appreciation” post.

Yall. I used to be the queen of bone straight hair which over time ended up damaging it. Literally took me 10 years to become comforatble with my natural curl pattern. Would have never worn my hair like this even two or three years ago. My hair and I have come so far. 😄

Sincerely,

Tyra

#10YearsWithoutPerm #ComeAMightyLongWay #NappyHairLover #Growth #ThrowbackToYesterday #naturalslay #naturalhair #tbt #SincerelyTyra #SlayTheDream #hair #curlyhair #loveyourself #hairlove

Hair Wars and Self-Care

A Sprinkle of Black History Magic 

Dear Everyone:

Biennially, I do a daily post during Black History Month (BHM) on my Instagram. I treat it like my own little 28-Day challenge. Perhaps next year, I’ll get my life together enough in January to actually create one of those cute, little calendars that mysteriously floats around the internets with a daily theme to showcase as much Black glory, Black struggle and Black ingenuity a measly 28 days can capture. But for now, all I can muster up is my own random, morning Instagram posts that easily are more of a testament to how I am feeling when I wake up than the vast history and beauty that is my people’s legacy. (At least I am not claiming to be a veteran historian, right? #KnowYourStrengths2017)

Therefore, this post will be a running tab of my daily IG posts–freshly copied and pasted–for your browsing pleasures. Quick backstory: I started doing these posts to spark conversation with my high school students, because, Chicago Public School’s (as I’m sure other places, alike) curriculum has been missing the mark when it comes to empowering our Black babies with knowledge about their cultures, their leaders, and definetly their historical accomplishments.

So if you see something you like or a bit of history you did not know, let’s talk about it! Want to add significant data that I have missed? You are more than welcome to do that, too! Let’s make the sharing of these tidbits of knowledge a unified front with the spirit of Carter G. Woodson himself.

Note:(1) If you would like to see this daily curation of Black Historical Magic at its original destination, follow me on IG @SincerelyTyra.

(2) There are four hashtags (#) that will ALWAYS accompany my daily BHM posts. They include:

#BlackHistory

#BlackPresence

#BlackLove

#DistinguishYourself –Again, this started as a way to encourage and empower my all-Black group of high school students at work.

(3) I think I am also supposed to mention that these photos are not my own unless otherwise noted. In other words, don’t sue me!
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Day 1: 
Of course on Day 1 of this month, I woke up like this:

Strolling thru the first day of Black History Month like…

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Day 2:

Since it’s Day 2 of BHM…

What other FLOTUS had TWO ivy league degrees? That’s right, you don’t know NAAN! (Trick Daddy and Trina fades into the background).

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Day 3 of BHM | Chicago Edition:

FLASHBACK: 1968

The day after the Chicago City Council voted to rename South Park Way after the recently assassinated Martin Luther King Jr, summer students at Dunbar Vocational High School Willie Thornton, Lamar Jackson and Pat Foster couldn’t wait for the city to change the signs. Some aldermen had complained that King deserved more of a tribute. That came five years later when Illinois became the first state to honor the civil-rights leader with a holiday.

Shoutout to my DVCA alum!

(Original source: Pinterest.com)


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Day 4:


Happy Belated, Mr. Hughes!

Since he’s so popular, I’ll indignantly assume you know who he is and leave you with one of his less popular poems. 


Dream Variations

 To fling my arms wide

In some place of the sun,

To whirl and to dance

Till the white day is done.

Then rest at cool evening

Beneath a tall tree

While night comes on gently,

    Dark like me—

That is my dream!


To fling my arms wide

In the face of the sun,

Dance!  Whirl!  Whirl!

Till the quick day is done.

Rest at pale evening . . .

A tall, slim tree . . .

Night coming tenderly

    Black like me.

-Langston Hughes


Find this and more of his work @ poets.org!



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Day 5:

Sunday’s Best: Crowd outside of fashionable Negro church after Easter Sunday service, Chicago, Illinois (c. 1941) 

Source: http://pin.it/vRb03Ax

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I’m a few days behind… so enjoy this quick flood.

Day 6

We See You: Tracee Ellis Ross made history this year when she took home a Golden Globe for Best Actress in a TV Comedy/Musical (for her role in Black•ish). The last Black woman to be recognized and honored by the GG’s Hollywood Film Society with this award was Debbie Allen some 34 years ago for the show Fame. 


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Day 7

Untold Histories Pt. 1:

1. Read the caption. 

2. Fact check. 

3. Congratulate the man, the mission, and the students who have advanced because it. 

4. Share the good news.


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Day 8:

A Writer’s Work:

“I’m the first black woman to write for Marvel,” Gay explains in the video above. “Which makes no sense. I didn’t know that when I signed on. And quite honestly, they didn’t either.”

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A Sprinkle of Black History Magic 

RIP to the City (excerpt)

On the L tryin not to think about splattered blood; the tears shed in this seat; or worry why we’ve been sitting here so long.

Rest in peace, Jessica Hampton.

On my way; homebound. Praying nothing jumps off as I pass the Green Line. Who knows how many bullets have flown by
this very spot within a week’s time.

Could be Bryson in my ears, got me in my feelings. Willing to bet it’s not as sirens blaring and blue lights flaring pass us. It’s dangerous in the city. Wishing that the violence would one day past us.

Love and hate my town. Love picnics by the lake, the food truck fests and how our mindset is to never stay down for too long. Hate hearing these broken records on the news about chilrdren dying to gun play. Say now, isn’t it time for a new song?

RIP to the City (excerpt)