My family lost the civil war <\/p>\n\n\n\n
After running from another war <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I grew up learning arithmetic <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And about human insanity <\/p>\n\n\n\n
With unnecessary cruelty <\/p>\n\n\n\n
And as I grew into a young adult <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I painted canvases about pain <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mimicking Picasso\u2019s Guernica<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Women and children being tortured <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Their rape the point <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I cultivated their pain until it become familiar\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019d let myself take their place <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I thought it made their horrors\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mean more than just nothing\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was earnest but I didn\u2019t know the price <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of living in a life that wasn\u2019t mine <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Someone else\u2019s pain now lives in me\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Haunting me with heavy responsibility\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Outside of my actual influence\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So when I hear about pain in the world <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I take it and make it mine\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Even if its artificial, born in Hollywood\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because my body can\u2019t tell the difference<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It all seems so unfair <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But what is fair? Its all fair\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I get to live a beautiful life <\/p>\n\n\n\n
That is the life that is mine <\/p>\n\n\n\n
We get what we get and nothing less<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And maybe it is all unfair<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something feels fair in that, that\u2019s fair<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m about to be a mother <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I can feel the baby grow inside\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But how can life be born <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I am torn? <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I\u2019m not ready yet <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am still so scared so I hide\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I don\u2019t want to be a mother <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I have all this pain trapped inside\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My family lost the civil war After running from another war I grew up learning arithmetic And about human insanity With unnecessary cruelty And as I grew into a young adult I painted canvases about pain Mimicking Picasso\u2019s Guernica Women and children being tortured Their rape the point I cultivated their pain until it become familiar\u00a0 I\u2019d let myself take their place I thought it made their horrors\u00a0 Mean more than just nothing\u00a0 I was earnest but I didn\u2019t know the price Of living in a life that wasn\u2019t mine Someone else\u2019s pain now lives in me\u00a0 Haunting me with\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"blocksy_meta":{"styles_descriptor":{"styles":{"desktop":"","tablet":"","mobile":""},"google_fonts":[]}},"featured_image_src":null,"featured_image_src_square":null,"author_info":{"display_name":"Jess","author_link":"https:\/\/jess.co\/?author=4"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=62"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=62"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=62"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jess.co\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=62"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}