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One-one-one. Hmmm, something new? Something blu? I see you.

my sole
is standing at the threshold
of a new realm.

One foot in.
Ten toes down.
That’s my town.

Standing half-in,
running confusion through my blood.
Sticks and stones break my bones.

Unsettling—
pooling, drooling down my veins,
causing pain,
such disdain.

Crack the pain.
Ten toes down.

Let go.
Feel the Flo.
Catch the rhythm.

Ten toes down. Drop the board and 
Step in.
Take the spin.

Take the win

rap blues, speakeasy blues, punk rhythm storytelling rhyme, female