{"id":49692,"date":"2019-06-22T14:17:20","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T18:17:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=49692"},"modified":"2019-06-22T14:17:20","modified_gmt":"2019-06-22T18:17:20","slug":"poem-6-12","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/poem-6-12\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 6"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Her eyes were the most beautiful golden color<br \/>\nI had ever seen,<br \/>\nyet still she longed for brown eyes<br \/>\nlike her sisters.<br \/>\nShe carried herself with the kind of confidence<br \/>\nthat could only be used to hide insecurities.<br \/>\nShe loved horses<br \/>\nbut was terrified to touch them.<br \/>\nShe enjoyed our country<br \/>\nbut missed her home.<br \/>\nMaybe that was something like the horses,<br \/>\nmissing a place she could not go<br \/>\nlonging for a thing she could not touch.<br \/>\nI watched her as she feared and did things anyway.<br \/>\nHer truest self could only be seen<br \/>\nas she reminisced about the days<br \/>\nof sleeping on rooftops<br \/>\nand counting stars.<br \/>\nNow in the city, both were hidden from her.<br \/>\nStars were replaced by the cold, artificial light<br \/>\nof those who wished to illuminate the world<br \/>\nand instead disguised its beauty.<br \/>\nShe had a story<br \/>\nHidden behind the golden glow of her eyes;<br \/>\nI wondered if I would ever hear it.<br \/>\nPerhaps somewhere within that story<br \/>\nlie the secrets of her past-<br \/>\nthe shells of her confidence,<br \/>\nand the reasons she longed to be<br \/>\njust like everyone else.<br \/>\nShe had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen,<br \/>\nbut somehow I knew<br \/>\nthat behind them was a girl<br \/>\nwho just wanted to go home.<\/p>\n<p>-h.e.m. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Her eyes were the most beautiful golden color I had ever seen, yet still she longed for brown eyes like her sisters. She carried herself with the kind of confidence that could only be used to hide insecurities. She loved horses but was terrified to&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1176,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[2184,2942,85,2941,2940],"class_list":["post-49692","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","tag-home","tag-beautifuleyes","tag-eyes","tag-goldeneyes","tag-refugeeawareness"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49692","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\/1176"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=49692"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49692\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":49875,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/49692\/revisions\/49875"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=49692"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=49692"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=49692"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}