{"id":65095,"date":"2020-06-27T13:00:02","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T17:00:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=65095"},"modified":"2021-04-17T13:51:33","modified_gmt":"2021-04-17T17:51:33","slug":"sing-it-aloud","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/sing-it-aloud\/","title":{"rendered":"Sing it Aloud"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sing it Aloud<\/p>\n<p>Not that facebook messenger failed me.<br \/>\nI was just too scared to be reminded the sting<br \/>\nof failing is a nightmare in the world of an orphan.<br \/>\nMy culture says it&#8217;s a taboo to heap weighty messages<br \/>\nin the mouth of a servant, to say their importance.<\/p>\n<p>Your messenger says life keeps breaking you<br \/>\nas if testing your tensile strength.<br \/>\nAt first, it was a beast demolishing your garage.<br \/>\nThen, a storm breezed in, tearing apart<br \/>\ninto shreds the name you built for decades.<br \/>\nI wanted to hear you speak these things to me \u2013<br \/>\nthese things seeking for asylum in your body.<\/p>\n<p>I remember my sentence to perpetual joy<br \/>\nafter I murdered my demons and drank their blood.<br \/>\nWhat&#8217;s a messenger that I cannot choke with my fingers?<br \/>\nI thrust my thumb. There were screeches.<br \/>\nMy voice finds its way in, asking you to sing songs<br \/>\nof healing aloud with me, and to conceive joyful songs.<\/p>\n<p>An eaglet learns to fly alone in the midst of a tempest:<br \/>\nmy mother died without teaching me a song.<br \/>\nSo, you understand why I love to invite strangers<br \/>\nto sing aloud rather than to serve them amala and ewedu. <\/p>\n<p>And most times, I lead. Heck! My voice is seraphic.<br \/>\nDo not be lost; the world is too large to sojourn.<br \/>\nSing aloud, first, your woes. Repeat. Repeat.<br \/>\nThen sing of hope, blessings and amen. Louder.<\/p>\n<p>*amala &amp; and ewedu: Yoruba (Nigeria)  traditional meal<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sing it Aloud Not that facebook messenger failed me. I was just too scared to be reminded the sting of failing is a nightmare in the world of an orphan. My culture says it&#8217;s a taboo to heap weighty messages in the mouth of a&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1398,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-65095","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65095","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\/1398"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=65095"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65095\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":86321,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/65095\/revisions\/86321"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=65095"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=65095"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=65095"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}