{"id":135197,"date":"2023-09-02T19:07:15","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T23:07:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=135197"},"modified":"2023-09-02T18:28:47","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T22:28:47","slug":"hour-11-the-moment-a-glosa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/hour-11-the-moment-a-glosa\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 11 – The Moment, a glosa"},"content":{"rendered":"

The epigraph I wrote for myself as an assignment in the 10th grade<\/span><\/p>\n

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A sadness means you live inside your past,<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

And worry means you fear what well may be,<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

And though the present seems to fade so fast,<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

It\u2019s only there that you may live in peace.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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The Moment, a <\/span>glosa<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

For far too long I was denied chances<\/span><\/p>\n

To explore the truth that dances<\/span><\/p>\n

Beneath the veneer of \u2018normal\u2019<\/span><\/p>\n

I would like to lodge a formal<\/span><\/p>\n

Complaint against my parents<\/span><\/p>\n

Refusing to be errant<\/span><\/p>\n

For raising me in a place<\/span><\/p>\n

I was always treated like a disgrace<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit here, crying, angry, knowing that<\/span><\/p>\n

A sadness means you live inside your past<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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How they perceive me now<\/span><\/p>\n

Inconsistent with how<\/span><\/p>\n

My inner lost boy longs to be seen<\/span><\/p>\n

Shine my masculinity<\/span><\/p>\n

Shadowed over with doubt<\/span><\/p>\n

Distracted by the chest that sprouted<\/span><\/p>\n

Against my will, against my wishes<\/span><\/p>\n

Voice high, hips wide, other superfices<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit here, chewing my cheek, knowing that anxiety<\/span><\/p>\n

And worry means you fear what well may be<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Today I drink decaf coffee with my shoes off<\/span><\/p>\n

Almost hoping I make a small minded man scoff<\/span><\/p>\n

Reveling in the ambiguity I have the guts<\/span><\/p>\n

To showcase, with hoodies and haircuts<\/span><\/p>\n

Enough to hide telltale form<\/span><\/p>\n

That people associate with a gender I don\u2019t perform<\/span><\/p>\n

My laugh rings out with a person who finally reflects<\/span><\/p>\n

My truth back, no falsities that I project<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit here, determined to hold onto the joy I\u2019ve amassed<\/span><\/p>\n

And though the present seems to fade so fast<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I know each moment will be followed<\/span><\/p>\n

Whether by a high or a low<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m excited to find out<\/span><\/p>\n

Because now that I am out<\/span><\/p>\n

The world isn\u2019t just brighter, its real<\/span><\/p>\n

I have every opportunity to heal<\/span><\/p>\n

When I experience the realities<\/span><\/p>\n

Of living with only myself to please<\/span><\/p>\n

I sit here, knowing that the moment I\u2019ve seized,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s only there that you may live in peace<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The epigraph I wrote for myself as an assignment in the 10th grade   A sadness means you live inside your past, And worry means you fear what well may be, And though the present seems to fade so fast, It\u2019s only there that you…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5396,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-135197","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135197","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\/5396"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=135197"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135197\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135215,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/135197\/revisions\/135215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=135197"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=135197"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=135197"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}