The Theft of a Lifetime

She had poisonous fingers and sharpened nails made to slice.

You thought walking alleys was a good idea at night time.

You had locs so long and and persona so bright.

I was searching for a new name and quite frankly, a new life.

Your day had come, but I can't say I had nothing to do with it.

I knew her and had asked her to be the culprit.

So now your name is mine - my new identity seems fit.

Your story ended, so I will rewrite it.