{"id":119035,"date":"2022-06-26T02:15:50","date_gmt":"2022-06-26T06:15:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/?p=119035"},"modified":"2022-06-26T02:15:50","modified_gmt":"2022-06-26T06:15:50","slug":"lack-of-autonomy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2022\/06\/lack-of-autonomy\/","title":{"rendered":"Lack of autonomy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"color: #ffffff\">She did not<\/span> hear the story <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">as<\/span> many women have <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">heard the same, with a<\/span> paralyzed <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">inability to accept its significance<\/span>She wept at once, <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">with sudden,<\/span> wild abandonment, <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">in her sister&#8217;s arms.<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">When<\/span> the storm <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">of grief had spent itself<\/span> she went away to her room <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">alone. She would have no one follow her.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"color: #000000\">Th<\/span><span style=\"color: #ffffff\"><span style=\"color: #000000\">e<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">re<\/span><\/span> would be no one to live for during those<\/span> coming years<span style=\"color: #ffffff\">;<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">she would live for herself.<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">There<\/span> would <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">be<\/span> not be powerful <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">will bending hers in that blind persistence with which<\/span> men <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">and<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">women<\/span> believe they have a right to impose <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">a private will upon a fellow-creature. A kind<\/span> intention <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">or a<\/span> cruel <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">intention made<\/span> the act seem no less a crime <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">as<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">she<\/span> <span style=\"color: #ffffff\">looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination<\/span>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significanceShe wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister&#8217;s arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":76,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-119035","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119035","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\/76"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=119035"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119035\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":119330,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/119035\/revisions\/119330"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=119035"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=119035"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=119035"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}