{"id":34338,"date":"2017-08-05T13:47:11","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:47:11","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=34338"},"modified":"2017-08-05T13:47:11","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T17:47:11","slug":"the-hood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/the-hood\/","title":{"rendered":"The &#8216;Hood"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Bullies, stray dogs, our pets<br \/>\nBandit, Sparkle, Elmo, Jasper, Happy<br \/>\nour pets names from years past<br \/>\nso many buried in the backyard of the old house<br \/>\nGhosts in the Graveyard, Devil and the Pitchfork<br \/>\n&#8220;Buttermilk, Sweet Milk.&#8221; &#8220;Buttermilk!!&#8221;<br \/>\nchildren playing, tag, laughing, voices from a long lost past<br \/>\nblock parties, rollerskates, bike rides<br \/>\nsinging with my older sister on endless summer nights<br \/>\n&#8220;I swore I&#8217;d never get involved, swore I&#8217;d never, ever fall in love.&#8221;<br \/>\nchildren grow become teens<br \/>\ngangs, drugs, guns, sex, stolen cars<br \/>\nfun, fun, fun<br \/>\nweed smoking, gun toting, in depth &#8220;high&#8221; conversations<br \/>\n&#8220;Good Enough Diploma&#8221; a voice from the past, snuffed out too soon.<br \/>\nBlakc G, Tweety Byrd, the first to die<br \/>\nPoo Deuce, so many more, too many<br \/>\nno not here, not my beloved &#8216;hood<br \/>\nso hard to let go, the people, the chaos,<br \/>\nthe dysfunction, can&#8217;t let go<br \/>\nmust visit from time to time, see what&#8217;s happening,<br \/>\nsee what I missed<br \/>\nlistening to music, making raps, going on missions<br \/>\nthings have changed<br \/>\nbut I can&#8217;t let go, still gotta see what&#8217;s happening<br \/>\nuntil<br \/>\na warm day in may<br \/>\nthe sound of an AK<br \/>\ndeath in my face, i left for good<br \/>\nmy beloved &#8216;hood<br \/>\nnever to return,<br \/>\nnow I just sit back and reminisce<br \/>\non what was, what could have been and what will never be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Bullies, stray dogs, our pets Bandit, Sparkle, Elmo, Jasper, Happy our pets names from years past so many buried in the backyard of the old house Ghosts in the Graveyard, Devil and the Pitchfork &#8220;Buttermilk, Sweet Milk.&#8221; &#8220;Buttermilk!!&#8221; children playing, tag, laughing, voices from a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":282,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-34338","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34338","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\/282"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=34338"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34338\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34464,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/34338\/revisions\/34464"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=34338"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=34338"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=34338"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}