{"id":10457,"date":"2015-06-13T18:20:48","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T22:20:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10457"},"modified":"2015-06-13T19:32:10","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T23:32:10","slug":"autobiography-of-a-face-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/autobiography-of-a-face-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Autobiography of a face"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I see her standing in front of the mirror<br \/>\nStriking her hair in fishtail<br \/>\nThe moment she puts on a lipstick<br \/>\nShe thinks she have just painted<br \/>\n Another story for a brand new day<br \/>\nIt adds colors and sassy look<br \/>\nShe models her scarlet veil and her crimson doll shoes<br \/>\nShe likes the way her cup B sized bras are kept<br \/>\nWith tags of memories of battling the battles within her battles<br \/>\nIt is like her cry conquers the rhythms of liberty<br \/>\nGarlands of hopes reverberate in back to back trends<br \/>\nOf surviving the daily wars inside and outside<br \/>\nShe makes her oncologist feel<br \/>\nShe can stand and be back on her mountaineering<br \/>\nHer force is beyond a millionaire\u2019s wish<br \/>\nJust like her, the host of outnumbered dreams<br \/>\nThe reward is priceless- LIFE<br \/>\nAnother life in joining miracles<br \/>\nWhen one-roofed litanies of women warriors<br \/>\nTrying to save the clans of goodwill and heralds of compassion<br \/>\nThe milestone have just defined the voiceless<br \/>\nFrom the selfless<br \/>\nEven the yellow and pink ribbons could praise<br \/>\nThe wakes of black and white in their deathbeds<br \/>\nThat\u2019s how she reflects, that\u2019s how she fights<br \/>\nShe displays her flag of courage<br \/>\nBefore the billion innocents\u2019 eyes<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I see her standing in front of the mirror Striking her hair in fishtail The moment she puts on a lipstick She thinks she have just painted Another story for a brand new day It adds colors and sassy look She models her scarlet veil&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":247,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10457","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10457","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\/247"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10457"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10457\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10485,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10457\/revisions\/10485"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10457"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10457"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10457"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}