{"id":63549,"date":"2020-06-27T12:01:07","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:01:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=63549"},"modified":"2020-06-27T12:01:16","modified_gmt":"2020-06-27T16:01:16","slug":"poetry-marathon-submission-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poetry-marathon-submission-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Marathon Submission #3"},"content":{"rendered":"<pre>Injustice in America\r\nForm: The Bop\r\nAnn WJ White\r\n\r\nWhen a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence;\r\nbut for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature.\r\nI squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated,\r\na white bread girl against a tide of political indifference. \r\nI pointed out a promised future. Waved my hands, wanted to join.\r\nBut peers, elders...I was unliked, invisible, ignored. I fell away\r\n\r\nSandwiches made with white bread, unnourishing, stale,\r\nBoring filler on a plate, something stronger must rise.\r\n\r\nChildren vibrated in rainbow colors, full truth, hope.\r\nFed my nature, fed my soul. My own tin pot dictatorship\r\nwith rules that opened doors. A classroom. Be kind, true, needed.\r\nThese were the policies of deterrent where I had control.\r\nBut outside, on the corners, bus, streets, nothing changed.\r\nSegregation by class, schools without props, myself ignored.\r\nBrief wars came and went, unfocused and fled. Still unresolved.\r\n\r\nSandwiches made with white bread, unnourishing, stale,\r\nBoring filler on a plate. Something stronger must rise.\r\n\r\nUntil the internet, the wave of life was submerged, then...\r\nBlack, Brown and Gold, chased by armed police in riot gear, \r\nmilitary weapons of war, killing knees, choke holds, no humanity.\r\nStreets filled with horror. I heard the rage I felt. Breathing.\r\nThe young rising up, elders standing in the streets. Riots,\r\nfollowed by protests, fighting for change. A plague to battle.\r\n\r\nSandwiches made with white bread, unnourishing, stale,\r\nBoring filler on a plate, something stronger must rise.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1412,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12,1136,441,5,1135,1],"tags":[1217,109,3565,294,3566,3551,3564,1480],"class_list":["post-63549","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings","category-official-marathon-prompts","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-poetry-prompts","category-testimonials","category-uncategorized","tag-changeforgood","tag-art","tag-blm","tag-change","tag-never-give-up","tag-protests","tag-riots","tag-twitter"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63549","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\/1412"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=63549"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63549\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":64270,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/63549\/revisions\/64270"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=63549"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=63549"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=63549"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}