By Tamyara Brown
I was the beauty that tried to change a beast. I forgave his lies in exchange of loyalty. I realize now the King I loved was impersonating a King. I remove his crown because a pauper could never represent a Queen. How can I bow down to a man who has no clue of his worth? How can I change you when you rather run with the pack of wolves waiting to devour you? I was born a leader and you choose to follow. I look to my God for guidance while you look to your boys who rather see you buried than alive. I pray for you and rest my heart and allow these broken rings falls apart.
Author Tamyara Brown
My love for writing is unconditional. It is my sanity in this crazy world.