Tynee Talks: The latest 411 on Mary J. Blige: She’s hurting Ya’ll!

Tynee Talks: The latest 411 on Mary J. Blige: She’s hurting Ya’ll!

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I’m damn near in tears writing this, because when Mary hurts, we all collectively hurt. The Queen, Mary J. Blige, came into my life when I was seven years old. It was the summer of 1992, and my older sister was able to secure her debut album on cassette tape. We pumped that joint all summer long and well into the fall of that year. We sang our hearts out every day B! We was reminiscing on love we didn’t have and searching for a REAL LOVE. Mary had us hooked and we’d continue to rock with Mary throughout her trials and tribulations well into our adulthood.

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In most recent years, we all thought Mary J, had finally found her REAL LOVE, with a man named Kendu Issacs. But recent events have determined: THAT WAS A LIE! Come to find out, the turtle face a** ninja was doing Mary dirty. In every photo op Mary was smiling from ear to ear. We thought Mary was truly happy because, no longer were her songs riddled in pain. Some would argue that when Mary is happy her songs and albums are not that great. And as you all know, when Mary is pleading for love and plagued with heartache, it only means one thing: HER ALBUM WILL BE FIRE!

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But, today as I sat glued to my screen, watching Mary’s Breakfast Club interview about her upcoming album and impending divorce, I was grief stricken by her saddened demeanor and strained smiles. During that interview Mary looked like the personification of all of her songs. She looked like she was a lover and secretary for eleven years. She looked like she was going down ya’ll. She looked like if we looked into her life and seen what she’s seen, we couldn’t handle it, not even for a minute. She looked like she was sitting here, wondering why he didn’t love her! But, Mary said to herself, I’m not gon cry, I’m not gon she no tears, and handled herself like the resilient woman she is.

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Mary is hurting ya’ll and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her while we binge watch Netflix and eat junk food. I want to make Mary laugh from deep down in her soul. I know that due to these unfortunate circumstances, our ears will be blessed, but I hate that it had to come at the expense of her broken heart, yet again.

Matters of the Heart: HEART CHECK!

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The death certificate read as follows: Arteriosclerosis Cardiovascular Disease. In Laymen’s terms: Heart Disease, some would say she passed of cardiovascular arrest (Heart Attack), but in essence you can say my Mother potentially died of a broken heart. Broken promises. Broken spirit. Broken mind. Broken heart.

The HEART, the fist shaped vessel that is the most essential and vital organ to life. The Heart, the organ that so many people covet, both figuratively and literally. To have "heart" or to have a "heart" is characteristically golden. One of the most needed organs requested is the heart. Hell, David Rockerfeller’s ass has gotten six or seven heart transplants, and word on the street is, he’s even killed others in the pursuit of a heart. Now ain’t that some shit? 

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The irony get me every time. Yet, we give people heart disease and heart attacks daily with our words, and our actions. Matters of the heart are so crucial. All people really want and need is love. We all want someone to care for our hearts. The Heart, so strong, yet fragile it must be handled with care. 

In honor of Mental Health Awareness Month, take a moment today and do a heart check and check on someone. Their entire mental state can take a complete turn because someone took the time to see about their heart condition. 

Teyana Taylor: A tale of Love, Heartache, and the Ultimate Snapback

Teyana Taylor: A tale of Love, Heartache, and the Ultimate Snapback...

Last night Teyana Taylor was serving mad body and vocal goals out here in these Dallas streets. Ms. Teyanna gave a hell of a show at the infamous Dallas House of Blues, where she performed her entire album, entitled VII (7) Unplugged.  TT, did not come to play with the children. My little sister in my head definitely proved that she was no longer the tom-boyish young lady we were introduced to on MTV’s Sweet 16, but she is a full grown woman that has been through some thangs, i.e.: Public break-up, fake ass friends, new love, new baby and new engagement, all within a span of 3 years. She had the fellas dreaming of sleeping with and R&B chick and the ladies coveting to be as just as bad-ass and sexy as she is. 

The Show:

Teyana showed up and showed out. Her slim-thick, cute self was working that stage and was swinging that good Malaysian hair for dear life. Can we say: Inches! Baby girl’s body was bangin and so were her back-up dancers. TT’s choreography perfectly matched every song. Every song had a story behind it, and Teyana’s charismatic personality illuminated the entire venue as she connected with the audience as if we were her homies from around the way.  The tailor made costuming fit Ms. Taylor like a glove and she let us all know that her SNAPBACK from baby JUNIE was REAL! Teyana is definitely bringing back that good R&B music that seems to have been left in the 90s. She bringing back feel good music that made you unafraid to fall in love.

The Message:

This raw unapologetic album was the soundtrack to my love life for nearly a year. It made me laugh, cry, ponder, and it also healed me. It made me believe in love again. VII resonated so deeply with me because every girl can relate to her heart being on life support because of a nigga that could give two flying fucks about her feelings. But it also gives hope that you, yes girl, you! You are more than enough. The lyrics to Sorry say: I’m sorry you didn’t make me happy and I’m sorry you never learned how, I’m sorry it had to be this way, but my heart is so good now.” Teyana let us know, that we can have our power back and it’s not our fought that the relationship didn’t work; that nigga just never learned how to love you. In the middle of the show, Teyana had a very intimate moment with the crowd, and it seemed as though lil sis was speaking directly to me when she stated: “Don’t become the person that hurt you.” The beauty in the simplicity of her words, was like a sweet symphony to my ears, because often times we as women forget this gem of advice and become lost in our hurt and in turn become the predator that hurt us. However, true love, real love, you know the love that's tailor made for you, can and will heal all past wounds and then you too can put one in the air for love.

P.S. Teyanna is my new sister cause I told her Daddy she’s my little sister and I’m his new daughter. 

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GET YOU A BEVERLY

Get you a Beverly…

A “Beverly” is someone in your life that will give it to you straight, no chaser. A “Beverly” will let you know when you’re being a plumb fool and a “Beverly” won’t let you keep having children by a manipulating jack ass! A “Beverly” will pray over your life and make sure you don’t continue to make the same mistakes.

The “Beverly” in my life happened to be my Mother Beverly.

Because of Beverly's words of wisdom I was able to walk away from a situation that could have had me in a similar situation as Amina, Tara and Peter the Great Manipulator. Only difference was, my guy wasn’t a married man.  One of the best pieces of advice Beverly gave was: “Don’t have no more babies by him.” Those words saved me from a whole heap of heartache. Don’t get me wrong, I love my baby-daddy aka my son’s father, he’s a wonderful Dad, but having multiple children with him wouldn’t have been healthy for my heart or my mind during that time in our lives. And since, prison isn’t on my list of goals, the better option for us was to co-parent.

I say all that to say: If Tara Wallace had a “Beverly” in her life, we wouldn’t be witnessing this hot mess love triangle unfold on national television. Beverly would have been told her to stop that stupid shit. I hardly ever discuss Tara negatively, and people often wonder why, since I usually go in hard on other Love & Hip Hop cast members. Truth is, I love me some Tara Wallace and we have history with one another. Tara and I worked together on a stage play and although we’re not besties, we are kindred spirits. She has a charming personality, much like myself. She is sweet and funny and she loves her boys. What can I say, I love nice, funny people.

Tara Wallace and I backstage at our stage play.

I try not to get all “judgie” because I know first-hand that love will make you do some crazy things (In my Deborah Cox voice). My college roommate’s grandmother once told me that love will make you stick your head up a pig’s ass! 

At 18 years old, I didn’t understand that analogy, but after living a little, loving a lot and experiencing heartache for myself; I fully understand what she meant. And what we are witnessing ladies and gentleman is 2 women with their heads up a pig’s ass! We’ve all played some kind of fool before; many of you still are, and many of us were just lucky enough to have a “Beverly” in our life to speak some sense into us and get us out of the situation in the nick of time. Peter is a great manipulator, and I’m sure his words and actions towards both women have them believing all kinds of shit. Even the smartest woman has fallen victim to a man’s empty promises. I was once like Amina singing and writing sad love songs. I  was hoping and praying that my heart felt songs would change my situation. I too, was like Tara thinking that my love was powerful enough to change the heart of a man that wanted to have his cake, pies, cookies and the whole damn buffet. The whole situation is just crazy! I’m not justifying the actions of Tara, Amina or Peter, nor am I here to judge them, but what I’m saying is: I understand.

Thank God for my Beverly! You better get you one!