Summer days on the block
\nAre meant for
\nSundresses,
\nSmart mouths,
\nNutcrackers &
\nSmiles. <\/p>\n
High noon heat
\nHas the music blasting Papi\u2019s anthem
\nwhile playing dominos
\nsweating as much as my bottled drink
\nIt is home.
\nCan you feel it? <\/p>\n
Street veins burst with water
\nFor the whole neighborhood to play in.
\nMe & my homegirls
\nReady for trouble.
\nThere\u2019s nothing
\nour attitudes can\u2019t handle.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t come for us, if we don\u2019t send for you\u201d
\nIt is power. <\/p>\n
Especially if you have the nerve Summer days on the block Are meant for Sundresses, Smart mouths, Nutcrackers & Smiles. High noon heat Has the music blasting Papi\u2019s anthem while playing dominos sweating as much as my bottled drink It is home. Can you feel it? Street veins burst with water…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1451,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95848","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95848","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\/1451"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95848"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95848\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":96793,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95848\/revisions\/96793"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95848"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95848"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95848"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nTo step to us with two left feet
\nasking for a dance to Bachata.
\nOur stares will roast you
\nquicker than Island sun.
\nBut the laughter & love in it
\nWorks as revival.
\nThis little block be church for us.
\nSunday service.
\nEach day, el dia de Dios.
\nEs la Verdad. <\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"