{"id":31614,"date":"2017-08-05T09:27:06","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:27:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=31614"},"modified":"2017-08-05T09:27:06","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T13:27:06","slug":"not-all","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/not-all\/","title":{"rendered":"Not all"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>From when I was young,<br \/>\nFamily friend Auntie would come and sit,<br \/>\nApproach me,<br \/>\nEyes brilliant and bulging with the weight of knowledge,<br \/>\nAnd she would say:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNever get married.<br \/>\nNever in your life.<br \/>\nIt\u2019s a miserable existence<br \/>\nTo be someone\u2019s wife.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>And my heart would race,<br \/>\nAnd my eyes would widen,<br \/>\nPerhaps I would have appreciated the joke had it not been for<\/p>\n<p>The way my mother\u2019s hands trembled as she sat.<br \/>\nAnd<br \/>\nThe way the walls of each house<br \/>\nHeld more screams, rage, sadness<br \/>\nThan the one before it.<br \/>\nAnd<br \/>\nThe way aunties and grandmothers and cousins and family friends<br \/>\nSmiled perversely with jaded eyes,<br \/>\nSaid,<br \/>\n\u201cOh, marriage, oh, men,\u201d<br \/>\nAnd began again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>From when I was young, Family friend Auntie would come and sit, Approach me, Eyes brilliant and bulging with the weight of knowledge, And she would say: \u201cNever get married. Never in your life. It\u2019s a miserable existence To be someone\u2019s wife.\u201d And my heart&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":953,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-31614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31614","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\/953"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=31614"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":31726,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/31614\/revisions\/31726"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=31614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=31614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=31614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}