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. 😄



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I always wondered

how birds feel

gliding through the open 

sky, nestling on the 

highest branch,

above the chaos 

of the world,

above the clouds 

and their rain.

So close to the sun,

what need would they 

have to lower themselves 

to the ground?
Have you even noticed 

the dirty red robins in

the nest outside 

your window?

I wonder now if 

they can hear our bodies

singing to each other;

Or our silent prayers 

for one another 

and each meal you’ve cooked.
I like to pretend

I know what they 

sense gliding through 

a cloudless sky or 

perched high above the 

world when I am near you. 

Coins | Uplift

​Dear Love,

If you have it within you, uplift someone through word or deed today. You never how you may brighten someone’s day through a simple acknowledgement of their value to you and to this world.

Sincerely, Tyra 

Grinding On His Vision

I found this photo on Google this morning (which credits as the source lol) and realized that as much as I try to hold my tongue on the things I want to do in life, I ALWAYS end up telling someone. Usually my grandma or a best friend are the people with whom I choose to share my new ideas. Having a confidante or two is great, but not everyone has eyes for the work that He puts in us to complete. 

Ultimately, I think sometimes we delay our own positive outcomes by sharing too much of the vision God want us to carry out with others. This delay usually manifests in our response to one person’s negative vibes or another individual’s sheer misunderstanding of the dream. For example, I cannot remember how many times I had to explain to my family that I was going to be an the first Black AND first Woman President! Why did it matter to my grandmother how hard it would be for me to succeed? Why was I constantly reminded about how much stress must have come with decision-making for the entire free world? Needless to say, I gave up on becoming the first Black AND first Woman President of the United States of America. 

Decades and new dreams later, I am still explaining myself and my goals to people that sometimes cannot see the vision. Thankfully, this photo helped me realize that not everybody (no matter how close or familiar lol) needs to be on your soundboard/leadership team. Sometimes it is better to leave the conversation of your desires with The One that created the dream in your heart. 

What desires are you sharing with others that only God understands?

To Be Exalted

Darling child,
I love everything about you!
From the tips of your tiny
nails and fingers
to the smile that lingers on,
outlasting your laugh.
You are my everything.
The sun doesn’t rise
without your light.
The moon and the stars
are mere dust
compared to the
sparkle in your eye.

Note: Samia means to be exalted in Arabic.
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Marcus Book Stores Return to SF

Little-known fact: A hobby of mine is researching news about Black-owned bookstores. 

Today’s news:
Marcus Book Stores is returning to San Francisco! Congrats to the 56-year old, family-owned organization in being able to return to their beloved, first home!
For more information about Marcus Book Stores and its legacy in the Black community, see the following social media platforms owned by the company and news articles:


Twitter: @marcusbooks

Marcus Books is coming back to San Francisco

What’s next for Marcus Book Store?

Dear Black Sister (excerpt)

Dark as molasses and sweet as peppermint canes,

Go ahead check that window, stare at that mirror.

Drink all of yourself in, then count all of the ways 

white clouds whose envy couldn’t be any clearer

try to imitate those burdensome beauty features. 

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Because Melanin…

​Because melanin. 

Because sun-kissed. 

Because confidence has limited terms and conditions.

Because I imagine freedom in one’s own skin resembles this. 

Because my mother’s was flawless but mine inherited all of her sins. 

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