{"id":30977,"date":"2017-08-03T14:52:25","date_gmt":"2017-08-03T18:52:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=30977"},"modified":"2017-08-05T13:10:12","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:10:12","slug":"introduction-34","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/introduction-34\/","title":{"rendered":"Introduction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Whooo are youuu? ~ Caterpillar, Alice in Wonderland<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Fifth grade. Journalism segment of English class. Answer these five questions and you&#8217;ve got a story, the teacher said: who, what, when, where, why.<\/p>\n<p>Who&#8230; I am a shadow dancing in the dark. I am a meadow, waiting for a lark.<\/p>\n<p>What&#8230; does it matter if a man gains the world, but does not have love?<\/p>\n<p>When&#8230; do large frightening things grow small enough to fight?<\/p>\n<p>Where&#8230; in the world is it safe? Is it light there? Do the kids get to eat every day? I have more questions than answers. Does this mean I don&#8217;t have a story?<\/p>\n<p>Why&#8230;I read a lot of books. In the Bible, God doesn&#8217;t seem to care much for his children. Makes sense, because my parents don&#8217;t either. I&#8217;m not sure why we can&#8217;t just go live with families that really seem to like children.<\/p>\n<p>***********************************<\/p>\n<p>That assignment says everything about who I was, and how I became. I raise my children under an umbrella of mental illness. I write poems, knowing that I&#8217;m not talented enough to count them as a &#8220;career choice.&#8221; The only thing bigger than my fear is love for my people. I don&#8217;t consider myself particularly brave. I just don&#8217;t feel like dying today.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Whooo are youuu? ~ Caterpillar, Alice in Wonderland Fifth grade. Journalism segment of English class. Answer these five questions and you&#8217;ve got a story, the teacher said: who, what, when, where, why. Who&#8230; I am a shadow dancing in the dark. I am a meadow,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":988,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[2223,313],"class_list":["post-30977","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introductions","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017","tag-introductions"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30977","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\/988"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=30977"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30977\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":30978,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/30977\/revisions\/30978"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=30977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=30977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=30977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}