Eartha-Ntozake Mashup

April 19, 2019April 19, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, joy, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, SlayTheDream, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

“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’ll never get to see me

crumbling from the inside out, tear-stained cheek bones, low and regular as they get sometimes.

Their desire to witness that Tyra never outweighs their contempt

for my need to be a free-thinking woman, radically fragile and totally emotionally attached like I get sometimes.”

I wrote this on a whim.

After a long day.

Reflecting on my friendships

and past relationships.

Always been intrigued by

the dualities people have

to (by need or want)

pack into their daily lives.

Always considered the

effort it must take to

unpack those complexities

and in front of another person

at that. Can you imagine being

completely and complexly vulnerable

in front of person? I’m aghast

just thinking about it.

What if it’s thrown back in my face?

What if it warrants a lover to surrender his love to me?!

Ready to find out?

Think I could.

Asked for discernment to choose

the right man as options seem scarce

and plentiful all at once. At once, it was meantful… I mean mindful

to want to be the fun,

yet single, holdin’ it down ass mom.

Bet. Been there, done that one.

Found that was unfavorable

or at least that ONE was unfavored

by God Himself.

He crept into my heart

when I had everything and

carried each piece of me away

like a raccoon

rummaging through a dumpster. No wonder, my ravishingly simple personality

is driven by a slight disenchantment of love. I’m Eartha-Ntozake. I am nonchalant

about it all. All the while knowing,

I have been idolized in past and current lives by men who would remain temporary.

How despairing

is it that I am continent’s worth

of Queen’s pride

and nonetheless romantically deprived because it is so?”

(Note: It needs cleaning up, but my hand started cramping. And I’m actually not too sensitive about my work, so you can leave comments or suggestions. I’ll either use it or not. Just don’t steal it or not credit me puh-lease.)

–Sincerely, Tyra

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Light, Zest, Space #GRWM

April 16, 2019April 16, 2019 Tyraambition, author, babies, bible, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, gospel, grwm, husband, issues, justice, kids, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, preparation, protest, psalm, relationships, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, space, struggle, teaching, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

Psalm 27:4 MSG is a complete blessing.

Honestly, this whole chapter is a blessing.

So let’s start from the beginning:

“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…

…And of course, there’s a responsibility to be sincere and humble. But listen, it doesn’t matter what’s going on in your life. If you are trying to live right, God is going to have your back.

I had to realize that even in the fight of my life, the battle was never mine. God, was alywad prepared and willing to take over—it was up to me to let go and give up my “control” of the situation.

Verse 2 says “when the wicked (devil’s army) advance against me to devour me” (NIV) they can’t touch me and fall flat on their faces (MSG).

Verse 3… I just need to quote this one from the Message verbatim, because chile it’s deep.

It reads: “When besieged, I’m calm as a baby. When all hell breaks loose, I’m collected and cool.” —Psalm 27:3 MSG

It LITERALLY says: When all hell breaks loose, I’m cool and collected!!! (I can’t wait to go back and start studying how the Hebrew translation reads and it’s meanings, but still…)

Chile, if this ain’t a life hack I don’t know what is.

Lastly, verse four goes on to say how we can remain cool as cucumber by only asking for the Lord’s presence “all the days of my life.”

This means I’m asking for God to stay with me in this life AND the next!

Can you imagine?

…Being able to gaze on the BEAUTY of the Lord?

…And then to see His temple.

…And Jesus!

I honestly can’t even!

The idea that God loves me enough to even want ME with Him after my life down here is over is too much to contemplate!

No, like seriously, me?!

But the the fact that my desire for God could never outweigh or surpass His desire for me is mind blowing and inspiring.

And if I would only trust Him and allow Him the room to live in me, I could be cool and collected and confident enough to sit back and let Him fight each battle for me.

The next few verses talk about the ways He keep us and protects us in the midst of it all. Please read/study at your leisure! But the message is to constantly seek Him and live to worship Him forever—and ever!

Now, that’s some good news!

Update: Since titling this post, I’ve included the hashtag #GRWM. Although many people across the Internet’s will say that means ‘Get Ready With Me’ as if for an outing. Yet, at SincerelyTyra.com, we are getting ourselves prepared for the coming of Jesus. So, you’ll see it as an indicator that a particular post includes a prayer or some form of Biblical commentary and study.

—Sincerely, Tyra

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Get Out of My Office!

March 14, 2019March 15, 2019 Tyraambition, author, babies, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, college, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, husband, issues, justice, kids, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, opportunity, parenthood, passion, poetry, protest, relationships, school, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, struggle, travel, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

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 our communities while they’re in high school. I want them to have multiple meaningful exchanges with BLACK college students across the nation while they’re STILL in high school. I want them to be in programs that provide opportunities to travel the world while they’re STILL in high school. They need to get out my office 😂 …We can’t just keep them to ourselves anymore…

This wasn’t really a blog, just a rant 😂

But hold me accountable just the same!

—Sincerely, Tyra

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#HealitGod: Fear of Love

March 9, 2019April 1, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, Writing2 Comments

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 relationship grows stronger with Him, I want to be able bring every flaw to His altar. Prayerfully, my goal is just be a better mom, sister, friend, lover (to my future husband), and person, in general.

Speaking of being a better lover, it takes a certain level of vulnerability to be “in love” and a great partner. But I’m pretty sure my last relationship was ruined by my inability open up to him completely. I was worried of would happen if I became “too in love.” Before my next relationship, I’m praying and carving out time to figure how to overcome this fear.

I used to think vulnerability equaled fear. But I’ve been learning that it’s actually freedom; complete freedom to be all that you are without apology or regret. But because I aligned this concept with fear (and in many ways, weakness), I ended up building walls with someone I really cared about.

So, as God continues to work in and through me, I’ve asked Him to make me more willing to stand in my truth and allow my strength and vulnerability to complement each other. I know it will take some time… and faith… and discernment. I’m re-reading both the New International Version and The Message Bible of 1 Corinthians 13:4-13 to gain more insight.

Is this even an issue or fear within God-centered relationships? Comment below and let me know how you overcame the of fear of loving too deeply.

-Sincerely, Tyra

Free Woman

March 8, 2019March 8, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

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,

full of melodies and melanin.

Let me be all that I am

or walk away if you can’t.

Is there a such thing as a free

woman? My womb and

my mind are empty

according to every man.

“Can I be a freed woman?”

is not a question I ever thought

I’d need to ask.

—Sincerely, Tyra

I can’t lie. When I wrote this last night, I wasn’t thinking of it being “in honor of International Women’s Day.” But God planted this poem in my heart last night in relation to some conversations and experiences that I’ve been having with various men in my life over the past week or so. So I see His timing as perfect and pray that as women we continue to grow and walk in our God-given purpose-especially in the face of men who do not recognize our talents, gifts, or authority. So let me know what you think and hit me with some ideas for a title.

–peace + love, Tyra

Bellies & Babies

February 13, 2019February 13, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

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 looks like there’s a baby in there.” 🤦🏾‍♀️😩

I’m not sure if the child really thinks my stomach is a teleportation device, a time machine or if she’s trying to tell me she wants a sibling. Do other toddlers do stuff like this?

I’m so confused and can literally only take suggestions for the teleportation device idea. I rebuke any ideas of siblings in the near future. Two versions of me under the age of five—in the same house PLUS myself? …Yeah, I’ll pass. 😅

—Sincerely, Tyra

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My Joy the Mastermind

January 23, 2019January 23, 2019 Tyraambition, Art, author, babies, beauty, Black men, Black women, books, childhood, children, community, confidence, daughter, dear, dreams, education, empowerment, encouragement, families, family, fathers, goals, God, happiness, husband, Instagram, issues, justice, kids, knowledge, letter, letters, life, lifestylepoetry, Literature, live, love, mamas, marriage, men, mother, Motherhood, mothers, motivation, parenthood, passion, poetry, positivity, protest, relationships, self-empowerment, self-love, self-worth, Sincerely Tyra, sincerelytyra, spirituality, struggle, unity, village, women, womenpoetry, writer, WritingLeave a comment

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 her towel and in my arms)

My Joy: No, you didn’t because you didn’t stand up.

Me: 🙄 and TF (in my head, of course)

I stand up.

Me: Are you a baby or a big girl?

My Joy: (looks at me in the mirror) I just wanna be ‘Mommy’s baby.’

This is mastermind-style manipulation from a four-year old, bruh. I was about to put her down and apparently she knew, hitting me dead in the heart with that line. I coo-ed and oo-ed and ahhh-ed while holding her heavy butt in my arms for at least another full minute.

#JustSharing

—Sincerely, Tyra

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