Trying to find a missing piece, and important clue that leads me to see
all that I can be.
Something special, something new I trying to find the clues
maybe they are inside me the whole time but my poetry releases these
clues and inner thoughts that would slay anyway who would try and murder
these words I have put on this paper.
These clues shall not die but will rise
I am their Frakenstein they are my bride.
Bought together like glue and paper
They are my Bonnie I am their Clyde
together we are lethal like an injection made in prison.
We bring sugar and spice together to make it one
We are the queens that will continue to search.