{"id":4662,"date":"2014-08-24T18:54:28","date_gmt":"2014-08-24T22:54:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=4662"},"modified":"2014-08-24T18:54:28","modified_gmt":"2014-08-24T22:54:28","slug":"hour-8-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2014\/08\/hour-8-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Hour 8"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>**Cinderella (Dark Twist) **<\/p>\n<p>Imagine you grew up<br \/>\nPlaying Cinderella.<br \/>\nDaddy was the king.<br \/>\nMommy was the queen.<br \/>\nThe two mean girls at school are the evil step sisters. <\/p>\n<p>Now, imagine.<br \/>\nDaddy barely knows you cry your eyes out to fall asleep at night.<br \/>\nBecause the evil step sisters.<br \/>\nMommy is still queen but knows nothing. <\/p>\n<p>Instead of cleaning the house on the night of the ball.<br \/>\nYou are bawling your eyes out.<br \/>\nMaking more cuts that will turn into scars. <\/p>\n<p>Instead of finding prince charming you found<br \/>\nyour best friends which are a piece of metal,<br \/>\nyour pen and paper, and hoodies.<br \/>\nNo, ball gowns and no glass slippers.<br \/>\nJust hoodies and jeans. <\/p>\n<p>Instead of marrying prince charming,<br \/>\nyou leave the note on the bed,<br \/>\nMom finds the note and screams for daddy.<br \/>\nYou never went to the ball,<br \/>\nYou never met prince charming,<br \/>\nYou never married him,<br \/>\nDaddy never walked you down the isle.<br \/>\nYou will be forever missed.<br \/>\nEven by those evil &#8216;step sisters&#8217;<br \/>\nPrince charming was the boy in your class who loved you deeply.<br \/>\nYou would have found out sooner or later.<br \/>\nBut, now we will never know.<br \/>\nWe love you Cinderella. <\/p>\n<p>~April Sue Kraniak~<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>**Cinderella (Dark Twist) ** Imagine you grew up Playing Cinderella. Daddy was the king. Mommy was the queen. The two mean girls at school are the evil step sisters. Now, imagine. Daddy barely knows you cry your eyes out to fall asleep at night. Because&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":46,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4662","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4662","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\/46"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4662"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4662\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4663,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4662\/revisions\/4663"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4662"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4662"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4662"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}