{"id":94461,"date":"2021-06-26T17:28:08","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:28:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=94461"},"modified":"2021-06-26T17:30:59","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T21:30:59","slug":"this-too-shall-pass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/this-too-shall-pass\/","title":{"rendered":"This too Shall Pass\/Prompt 9"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My ancestors<br \/>\nleaned on faith<br \/>\nCarried it in their bones<br \/>\nBelieved with their whole hearts<br \/>\nthey turned the other cheek<br \/>\nwhen massa beat them down with the bullwhip<br \/>\nwhen police beat them in the street<br \/>\nor shot them or locked them up <\/p>\n<p>My ancestors endured<br \/>\nthe sale of their children, husbands, wives<br \/>\nthe deaths of their sons, brothers, fathers<br \/>\nthe rapes of their daughters, sisters, mothers<br \/>\nHolding their faces toward the sky<br \/>\nthey prayed, they cried, they fell to their knees<br \/>\nBelieving, believing, always believing<br \/>\nThis too shall pass<\/p>\n<p>The pain will pass<br \/>\nThe tears will cease<br \/>\nWe can bear the weight of our suffering<\/p>\n<p>My ancestors<br \/>\nwhose blood flowed down the rivers<br \/>\nor was sucked up by the soils of Oklahoma, Mississippi<br \/>\nwhose bodies swung from the trees,<br \/>\nin Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama<br \/>\na strange fruit, faces distorted in agony or deathly defiance<br \/>\ndressed in Spanish moss, and yet<\/p>\n<p>My ancestors<br \/>\nnever lost their faith<br \/>\nBelieved in the story of Job<br \/>\nbelieved God would not, could not<br \/>\nput more on their backs, in their hearts<br \/>\nthan they could handle<br \/>\nThey believed as blacks today still believe<br \/>\nThis too shall pass<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My ancestors leaned on faith Carried it in their bones Believed with their whole hearts they turned the other cheek when massa beat them down with the bullwhip when police beat them in the street or shot them or locked them up My ancestors endured&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":282,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94461","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94461","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\/282"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94461"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94461\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":94744,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94461\/revisions\/94744"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94461"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=94461"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=94461"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}