{"id":118813,"date":"2022-06-26T01:59:54","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T05:59:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=118813"},"modified":"2022-06-26T09:01:38","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T13:01:38","slug":"hour-seventeen-black-and-white","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/hour-seventeen-black-and-white\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour Seventeen- Black and White"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-110082\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/suganth-v36enTrhmQ4-unsplash-1330x2048-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1330\" height=\"2048\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/suganth-v36enTrhmQ4-unsplash-1330x2048-1.jpg 1330w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/suganth-v36enTrhmQ4-unsplash-1330x2048-1-195x300.jpg 195w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/suganth-v36enTrhmQ4-unsplash-1330x2048-1-665x1024.jpg 665w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/suganth-v36enTrhmQ4-unsplash-1330x2048-1-768x1183.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/suganth-v36enTrhmQ4-unsplash-1330x2048-1-998x1536.jpg 998w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 1330px) 100vw, 1330px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>here they come again,<\/p>\n<p>mocking me, dissing me,<\/p>\n<p>taking a jab, creeping onto me.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>jealousy is a black and white game.<\/p>\n<p>to black, white always seems like a weakling.<\/p>\n<p>the sole purpose of black is to extend its callous ends,<\/p>\n<p>to consume the white.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to white, this game is very old now.<\/p>\n<p>white always places a deceiving shield,<\/p>\n<p>for black to think it has the upper hand.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>only in the eye of the beholder,<\/p>\n<p>does one know which one is the real deal.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Note: This poem is written using the image prompt posted during hour 5.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; here they come again, mocking me, dissing me, taking a jab, creeping onto me. &nbsp; jealousy is a black and white game. to black, white always seems like a weakling. the sole purpose of black is to extend its callous ends, to consume the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1480,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[4909,5450,5088,5092,2639],"class_list":["post-118813","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-2022halfmarathon","tag-2022hour17","tag-2022hour5imageprompt","tag-2022prompt5","tag-hour17"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118813","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\/1480"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=118813"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118813\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":123064,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/118813\/revisions\/123064"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=118813"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=118813"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=118813"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}