{"id":609,"date":"2021-07-05T15:52:50","date_gmt":"2021-07-05T15:52:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/?p=609"},"modified":"2021-12-18T22:22:54","modified_gmt":"2021-12-18T22:22:54","slug":"shes-into-blue","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/2021\/07\/05\/shes-into-blue\/","title":{"rendered":"She&#8217;s Into Blue"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\"><em>Featured in the 2021 Spring Issue of Rambunctious<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-verse\">She\u2019s Into Blue\nConnie Zhang, '23\n\nToday is not a sunny day\nShe walks down the long roadway\nShe has no shoes, nor socks, nor boots\nShe walks barefoot. Her hand out loose\nThe pavement presses each print she makes\nFeels cold and smooth, compact and spruce\nThe day is grey upon hard hitting rain\nShe holds two sons, her father\u2019s grand-ones,\nHair goes damp and drizzles straight down\nThe perspective of a mother,\nPrior to having a daughter\n\n7 years later, she\u2019s 7 years greater\nThe mother the dear creator,\nher sons her next innovators,\nWith a new daughter in her hand\nShe goes again, to her fairyland\nThe day is not a sunny day\nThe walk is down the same roadway\nShe feels the unyielding fall of the rain,\nThe similar sense from 7 years too same\nAs if the water cycle was all more true,\nThe water circled back after everyone grew\n\n14 years later she steps outside\nSpreads out the same old arms far and wide\nThe sons have long left, her daughter\u2019s been blessed\nSeems like the same old storm, has come back for a test\nIt\u2019s not at all a sunny day\nBut you all should know that\u2019s too close from okay\nI\u2019m looking at a woman, she\u2019s standing outside\nEyes closed, arms out, her head held up high\nWhat could she be thinking, so I ask myself\nShe\u2019s clearly enjoying the weather, and probably herself\nShe turns around and walks straight in,\nA little confusing but she\u2019s not breaking in\nWhat\u2019s so satisfying, \u2018bout the sky always crying\nI\u2019d rather see the sky happy, with all the neighbors chappy\n\nThe mother from before, is the woman I adore\nThe sons were my brothers,\n3 feathers that flock together\nThe daughter is not my sister, she is not someone new\nHer mother\u2019s the one who\u2019s into blue, and\nit\u2019s advised for you to come through!<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Connie Zhang, &#8217;23<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"full-width-single-post.php","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[29,9],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=609"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1695,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/609\/revisions\/1695"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=609"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=609"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jdlitmag.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=609"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}