Blood and Diamonds
\nVCS <\/p>\n
From the heart of our mother’s pain
\nThey speak to us
\nOf all that’s been and all that is to come
\nDiamonds
\nThose bits of carbon
\nCrushed in the fist of pain
\nThe agony that makes life
\nThe agony that frees
\nDiamonds sparkling
\nThey say it’s all a scam
\nThe value of the diamond
\nThey say that it’s bad because…
\nBlood diamonds <\/p>\n
All diamonds are made of blood
\nThe blood of the earth as she
\nIs contorted into new forms <\/p>\n
How funny that we ignore the bloodstains
\nOn the things we use every day
\nBut feel self righteous for avoiding
\nSullying our hands <\/p>\n
Eat the meat but spare the fur
\nShun the diamonds but burn the oil seeped in bloody war
\nSelf righteous is a fun horse to ride so high! <\/p>\n
They say a lot of things about diamonds
\nSomme I believe to be true
\nOne is that it’s bad luck
\nTo buy your own diamond
\nUnless it’s to claim the bad luck you’ve already had
\nAnd own your pain <\/p>\n
Diamonds
\nThe gift of a mission accomplished
\nA new life, things never to be the same
\nFor some a Medal of Honor is bestowed
\nBut for others a diamond better fits
\nto describe
\nthe hardness of life
\nthat’s given the razor sharp acumen
\nand strength of those who survive <\/p>\n
It’s the rainbow of understanding
\nAll the colors embraced in one
\nFire in a Carat
\nBlood diamonds <\/p>\n
Immune to all but the most delicate and skilled touch
\nNothing touches the diamonds heart
\nOr can put out her fire
\nSparkle sparkle
\nI used to say
\nAs we shone the brass away
\nIn a Cinderella life
\nNow I sparkle another way
\nNow I’ve earned my medals from lessons learned
\nBadges of honor
\nFrom the only mother
\nWho loved me most<\/p>\n
I will wear my diamonds
\nAs I wear my scars
\nEach a badge of honor
\nAs my mother taught me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Blood and Diamonds VCS From the heart of our mother’s pain They speak to us Of all that’s been and all that is to come Diamonds Those bits of carbon Crushed in the fist of pain The agony that makes life The agony that frees…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":34,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40318","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40318","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\/34"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40318"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40318\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40467,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40318\/revisions\/40467"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40318"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40318"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40318"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}