{"id":7019,"date":"2015-06-13T10:28:57","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:28:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=7019"},"modified":"2015-06-13T10:28:57","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T14:28:57","slug":"under-water-1-thoughts-of-a-texas-pool-party","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/under-water-1-thoughts-of-a-texas-pool-party\/","title":{"rendered":"Under Water #1  (Thoughts of a Texas Pool Party)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Sorry guys forgot one key fact the Marathon is ET and I live in CT. \u00a0No problem catching up now. \u00a0\ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>It is a very gray area to drown and not know yet. \u00a0<\/em><em>Social unrest keeps me fighting to reach the top. \u00a0<\/em><em>How can we be expected to see the beauty around us when everyday we wake gasping, reaching for a breath. \u00a0That breath never comes. \u00a0The pinch grows to a dull sting that explodes to an unbearable burn. \u00a0It is to much, and blinds us to society&#8217;s beauty. \u00a0We pass out from the pain, and remain in a catastrophic state, wandering, attempting to find hope, to pull our way back to our personal top, but as we drift to the bottom and each current pulls us deeper, locks us deeper, banishes us deeper into the abyss. \u00a0We slowly die, loosing oxygen to key parts, until we asphyxiate on one dying truth. \u00a0Our skin color means, we will never be good enough. \u00a0There is no use to fight in a world that already sees us as dead, drowned in a stream, a river, a pool, a tub, an ocean. \u00a0The world is our ocean and we forever remain under it. \u00a0I wish society would have spent more money teaching our little black children to swim than making it inevitable for them to drown. \u00a0I wish drowning under the hypocrisy of our race was never an option. \u00a0I just wish we were allowed to truly live.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sorry guys forgot one key fact the Marathon is ET and I live in CT. \u00a0No problem catching up now. \u00a0\ud83d\ude42 &nbsp; It is a very gray area to drown and not know yet. \u00a0Social unrest keeps me fighting to reach the top. \u00a0How can&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":678,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7019","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7019","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\/678"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7019"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7019\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7215,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7019\/revisions\/7215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7019"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7019"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7019"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}