{"id":10415,"date":"2015-06-13T18:14:10","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:14:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10415"},"modified":"2015-06-13T18:14:10","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:14:10","slug":"autobiography-of-a-face-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/autobiography-of-a-face-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Autobiography of a Face"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When you look at her&#8230;<br \/>\nLOOK AT HER!<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t just look at the ways<br \/>\nHer lips<br \/>\nPucker up<br \/>\nEvery time she crawls in<br \/>\nTo give you a kiss<\/p>\n<p>LOOK AT HER!<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t just look at how<br \/>\nThe grey strands<br \/>\nOf hair<br \/>\nHave begun to<br \/>\nTrace the edges of her face<\/p>\n<p>LOOK AT HER!<\/p>\n<p>Don&#8217;t just look<br \/>\nTo see<br \/>\nIf the color of her eyes<br \/>\nHave changed over time<\/p>\n<p>LOOK AT HER!<\/p>\n<p>When you look at her<br \/>\nAll you notice<br \/>\nIs&#8230;<br \/>\nShe has aged<br \/>\nA young girl<br \/>\nWhose supple<br \/>\nGlowing skin<br \/>\nHas become<br \/>\nCracked and dry<br \/>\nLike a desert with<br \/>\nNo rain<\/p>\n<p>LOOK AT HER!<\/p>\n<p>Look at her to see how<br \/>\nAll her beauty<br \/>\nLies<br \/>\nFurther than what&#8217;s<br \/>\nOn the surface<br \/>\nEven in the wrinkles<br \/>\nYou can see<br \/>\nAll the knowledge and wisdom<br \/>\nShe&#8217;s gained<br \/>\nHer smile<br \/>\nHas become<br \/>\nLike a sweet cherry pie<br \/>\nHer eyes are much<br \/>\nGentler now<br \/>\nFor they&#8217;ve<br \/>\nWitnessed too much<br \/>\nThrough the years<\/p>\n<p>When you look at her<br \/>\nLOOK AT HER!<\/p>\n<p>Look at her like its the last day<br \/>\nThe last day<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll ever see<br \/>\nWhat love looks like<br \/>\nWhen it&#8217;s staring<br \/>\nRight back<br \/>\n&#8216;Atcha!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>-Angelica Villarruel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When you look at her&#8230; LOOK AT HER! Don&#8217;t just look at the ways Her lips Pucker up Every time she crawls in To give you a kiss LOOK AT HER! Don&#8217;t just look at how The grey strands Of hair Have begun to Trace&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":205,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10415","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10415","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/205"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10415"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10415\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10441,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10415\/revisions\/10441"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10415"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10415"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10415"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}