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Iyanla Helps Reality Show Star Saigon On New Season of ‘Iyanla, Fix My Life’

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OWN premieres a new season of Iyanla: Fix My Life next month with an episode featuring rapper/actor Saigon of VH1’s Love & Hip Hop: NY and his on-again-off-again lover and baby mama, Erica.

Bestselling author and acclaimed spiritual life coach Iyanla Vanzant tries to help them understand how years of fighting, resentment and a failure to forgive is preventing them from being the best parents for their son, Steven.

That season premiere, airing Saturday May 10 at 9 p.m. ET/PT, is the first of eight all-new episodes.

The new season of Iyanla Fix My Life includes a life or death intervention with 600-pound plus California woman who says she hasn’t left her in bed in five years; a man who says his whole marriage has been a joke; a family who says their father is so mean they are afraid to be in the same room with him; and…

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God Bless You, Dr. MAYA ANGELOU!

After remembering the solemness of the anniversary of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s assassination, I also remember another culturally-relevant event in America and the world – the birthday of the “Global Renaissance Woman” herself, Dr. Maya Angelou. And with the latest news I just got from Tom Joyner minutes ago, my heart is heavy this morning over the great loss of this amazing educator, poet, orator, mother, daughter, and human being.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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My first experience with her works and persona was in school where I had to recite a poem in front of the class. Naturally, I was mortified of public speaking, especially to my peers who would only make fun of me later at lunch if my nerves got the better of me. I found her poem “Phenomenal Woman” after I saw the John Singleton’s  Poetic Justice starring Janet Jackson and Tupac Shakur.

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Miss Jackson’s oration of these magical poems hooked me in as a teenager, especially in contrast to the chaotic world of Compton, CA that her character Justice had to endure. The poetry was her refuge, providing an outlet for her dreams, frustrations, grief, isolation and yearnings for love.

So as I practiced at home, I remember feeling nervous about saying the word “breasts” in front of my class. It felt a little risque but I knew I needed to remain authentic to the original work.

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But something strange happened to me when I was my turn to present my poem. My fear evaporated and I became her character, a strong and self-assured woman who was proud of my internal and external qualities that made me unique. Sorry, readers. I don’t have video of this transformation but rest assured, I never forgot how that one oration connected me to Dr. Maya Angelou ever since.

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What I learned over the years as I grew into my own person was that I wasn’t playing a character that day – I caught a glimpse of who I really was (and am at my “best self”). Thank you, Dr. Angelou and Lady O for giving women like me the vocabulary to recognize this kind of “Aha Moment.” I am the educator I am now because of that poem. I am the assured young woman because Dr. Angelou’s body of work that celebrates self-love and acceptance. You will live on my heart and deeds! XOXO

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The [open] Letter to my Father that he will never read

Originally posted on Thoughts of a Lunatic:

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Dad,

Yesterday, I decided to find you.

I tried, I tried so very hard, to not need anything from you. I tried to convince myself that I could move on without you; that I could carry on with my life somehow, without ever getting an apology. I gave it my all, I swear I did. I sweat and bled and broke, trying to be strong enough to do this without you. I told everyone around me that I was over what you had done to me, that I was over needing anything from you. I told everyone around me; I spouted it and bragged about it, hoping that it would sink into my pores and into my heart and into my soul and into that little girl that desperately needed her daddy’s love.

I tried, Dad. I tried … but I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t do it, because the…

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