{"id":1508,"date":"2016-08-27T16:02:29","date_gmt":"2016-08-27T23:02:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/?p=1508"},"modified":"2016-08-27T16:08:32","modified_gmt":"2016-08-27T23:08:32","slug":"before-we-were-scared","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/2016\/08\/before-we-were-scared\/","title":{"rendered":"Before we were scared…"},"content":{"rendered":"

I wrote this poem in 1998. I think it still applies 18 years later.
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The Scream by Edvard Munch<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
Before we were scared\r\nthe streets were our own\r\nwe'd wonder the town\r\nand call it our home;\r\n\r\nanyone we would see\r\nwe could ask for the time\r\nand sometimes we'd even\r\ngive us a dime.\r\n\r\nBefore we were scared\r\nour doors might be locked\r\nbut bars didn't exist\r\nour windows to block;\r\n\r\nporch lights were turned on\r\nwhen we were expected,\r\na motion detector\r\ndidn't make us protected.\r\n\r\nBefore we were scared\r\nwe didn't need a phone\r\ninside of our car\r\nonly in our home;\r\n\r\nour numbers were listed\r\nour names we could find\r\nif we wanted to call us\r\nwe really didn't mind.\r\n\r\nBefore we were scared\r\nour streets all had shops\r\nand sanitized malls\r\nweren't one of our stops;\r\n\r\nand guards weren't in stores\r\nonly in the banks\r\nthe merchants they knew us\r\nthey'd give us their thanks.\r\n\r\nBut when weren't we scared\r\nwas it ever that way\r\nis it just what we think\r\nlooking back from today;\r\n\r\nwas life really better\r\nis that just in our heads\r\nto justify our fears\r\nas we lay in our beds.\r\n\r\nAnd if we were<\/strong> scared\r\nand nostalgia's a screen\r\nthen we're left in a world\r\nthat's not so serene;\r\n\r\nand to banish our fears\r\nto some far away ground\r\nwe must start making friends\r\nwith all us around.<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I wrote this poem in 1998. I think it still applies 18 years later. Before we were scared the streets were our own we’d wonder the town and call it our home; anyone we would see we could ask for the time and sometimes we’d even give us a dime. Before we were scared our doors might be locked but...<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1510,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[110,85],"tags":[113,112,111],"class_list":["post-1508","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-politics","tag-community","tag-fear","tag-poetry"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/08\/The_Scream_Pastel.jpg","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1508","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1508"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1508\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1510"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1508"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1508"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/trampleasure.net\/lee\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1508"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}