THE. BIRD. UNCAGED.
A. PRETTY. FIRE POEM.
Photo Credit: Jared Tyler
MUA: Jrae Kilpatrick
Model/MUSE/STYLIST: Tanisha Lynn Pyron l PRETTY FIRE
See.....She was the RAREST breed of black bird. Due to the rarity of her beauty SHE was CAGED. Solitarily confined. Feathers FLEW. She knew there was more out there for her..... but little she could do. So she withdrew to the smallness of her cage. Sometimes she pecked, squawked and plucked and clawed at ANYBODY who got close to her, but she couldn't break through. SEE she was caged for HER protection cause the worlds not safe for black birds. It was for her own good. All her feathers and finery NEEDED to preserved by the bars of limitation......SHOOT. She was too fine a bird to be FREE. So she had to be Caged. Trained to sing with a MUTED voice. BIRDS LIKE HER needed to be tamed. Til they sing a new song, a familiar song, ONE WOMEN ARE ALLOWED TO SING. Preserved within an artificial habitat she was too MUCH to be released into the WILD. SEE she was sexy and smart richly adorned and colorful, full breasted; covering an oversized heart. that made her dangerous. An endangered species, hunted and preyed upon in her natural habitat. DAMAGED by the coarse hands of careless handlers who already had been give the instruction to handle with care or not to handle her at all. She was SOOoooooo small and yet grand in her beauty. It was somebody's duty to CAGE her. TAME her. Put her in a BOX on a shelf, and to teach her to sing on QUE like good little birdies do. She was too fragile in her softness. Her hollow bones broke easily........SEE She just wanted to be free. To sing. To soar. To explore. To engage the WIND, the WILD. To fly HIGH. TO TOUCH HEAVEN in her divinity, her humanity, her smallness, her splendor, her grandness, wretchedness and her beauty.