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Poem 10<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n colours<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Red flows from me<\/em> Brown skin a canvass<\/em> Black hair cascades in limp coils around my back dripping with water from a bath.<\/em><\/p>\n In contrast <\/em><\/p>\n when taken by the wind<\/em> My heritage, my sexy, my me stepping out with all the colours that that make me who I am<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Poem 10 colours Red flows from me From the soft folds of a slit A rhythmic cycle That sometimes I anxiously await and most times a daunting curse Brown skin a canvass Of lines, of spots and art Inked by needles coloured red,…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":719,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,441,5],"tags":[32],"class_list":["post-40952","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","tag-colours"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40952","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\/719"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40952"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40952\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":43768,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40952\/revisions\/43768"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40952"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40952"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40952"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n From the soft folds of a slit<\/em>
\n A rhythmic cycle<\/em>
\n That sometimes I anxiously await and most times a daunting curse<\/em><\/p>\n
\n Of lines, of spots and art<\/em>
\n Inked by needles coloured red, green, blue and black<\/em>
\n Defiant expression of self<\/em><\/p>\n
\n It’s a mass of defiant dark curls, my inner gypsy\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n