Dear Fuckboy,

​Head stay in the clouds.

Skin stay immaculately Brown.

Building empires up from the ground. 

Queen on my throne, you should probably bow.

Seeing how I get down,

got you wishing I kept you around.

But stay a fuckboy and stay getting clowned.

-Sincerely, Tyra 

Published by Tyra

"Poetry is at the center of me. So I freak letters and words to birth imagery in hopes that its conception delivers more meaning to my reality. More simply, I write and this is my marvelous testimony." Sincerely, Tyra

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