Once Upon a Rhyme
Intro to the play, I’m laying out the journey that is about to unfold on stage. “He brought his life in a backpack--wrinkled clothes and rhyme tracks--no goodbye to his fam--no phone chats no contact-just a one-way ticket on a bus in disguise—with weed, tears and fears glazed over his eyes”
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