{"id":2562,"date":"2014-08-23T17:00:41","date_gmt":"2014-08-23T21:00:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=2562"},"modified":"2014-08-23T17:00:41","modified_gmt":"2014-08-23T21:00:41","slug":"being-bald","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/being-bald\/","title":{"rendered":"Being Bald"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Your eyes flicker hope when they meet mine.<br \/>\nYour lips curve into that pink ribbon of wonder.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m not surprised when your hand grabs for mine, clutching.<br \/>\nAnd then you ask: Are you a survivor? <\/p>\n<p>I smooth my shorn head,  sum you up,  smile.<br \/>\nAre you holding out for hope or hanging on?<br \/>\nShould I shake you up or cut you loose?<br \/>\nWill I make you cry&#8230;or shall I?<br \/>\nI have a different truth for every stranger&#8217;s dare.<br \/>\nI&#8217;m brave enough to answer.<br \/>\nDo you have the courage to listen? <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your eyes flicker hope when they meet mine. Your lips curve into that pink ribbon of wonder. I&#8217;m not surprised when your hand grabs for mine, clutching. And then you ask: Are you a survivor? I smooth my shorn head, sum you up, smile. Are&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":75,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[110],"class_list":["post-2562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-eight"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2562","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\/75"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2562"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2562\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2604,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2562\/revisions\/2604"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}