The Missing Piece

the city, the suit, the job

 

were the pieces I needed

 

in a world dominated by men

 

whose job was incomplete without

 

the lying, the cheating, the frauds

 

the riddle never solved

 

the question never answered 

 

who’s next?

 

who could come 

 

and be the next person

 

who would take this daunting city by storm

 

the lightning scars across the streets

 

a passionate fire who could not be tamed

 

as the world realized

 

that the solution to the riddle

 

the answer to the question

 

the missing piece

 

was 

 

Me.

 

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