{"id":111226,"date":"2022-06-25T14:31:23","date_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:31:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=111226"},"modified":"2022-06-25T14:31:23","modified_gmt":"2022-06-25T18:31:23","slug":"choir-hour-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/choir-hour-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Choir – Hour 6"},"content":{"rendered":"

Dear Mrs. Booth,<\/p>\n

You didn\u2019t like me much<\/p>\n

in high school choir. You\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

thought I was lazy and\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

believed me to be a slouch.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

You never knew how much\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I adored the wonderful music\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

you chose.\u00a0 <\/span>The class,<\/p>\n

so in awe of the other students.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I adored everyone, except me.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I wanted to sing for you more than<\/p>\n

you could know, though you did try,<\/p>\n

you did. Once you looked right<\/p>\n

at me astonished, up there<\/p>\n

hidden away in the back row.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Only three of us sang alto<\/p>\n

and first soprano in the choir.<\/p>\n

One was already a soloist\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

for you at recitals and such.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

That left two of us, she and I. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You looked directly at me\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

you knew, you knew!\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I looked away, I looked\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

at the floor and I pointedly\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

looked at her beside me. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Please, please do not pick me,<\/p>\n

Mrs. Booth. I mantra\u2019d to you<\/p>\n

over and over again and you\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

did not pick me, thankfully<\/p>\n

you picked her, but she knew too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So I\u2019d like to apologize today<\/p>\n

for my inadequacy in your eyes. For my lack<\/p>\n

of gumption, my\u00a0lack of ambition,\u00a0and extreme<\/p>\n

shyness, now there\u2019s a name for it –<\/p>\n

Aspergers Syndrome. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Dear Mrs. Booth, You didn\u2019t like me much in high school choir. You\u00a0 thought I was lazy and\u00a0 believed me to be a slouch.\u00a0 You never knew how much\u00a0 I adored the wonderful music\u00a0 you chose.\u00a0 The class, so in awe of the other students.\u00a0…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":795,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-111226","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111226","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\/795"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=111226"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111226\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":111297,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/111226\/revisions\/111297"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=111226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=111226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=111226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}