The Cage We Built

Was gilded in platinum,

just like my hair

and studded in 2 carat VS2 Asscher cut diamonds,

Only the best.

My enclosure was lined in quilted Chanel,

and we covered my feathers in black, Align, Lululemon, leggings

that made my ass look like a girl of eighteen.

We made sure that I was able to migrate when days got dark and cold.

Trips to Italy, France and Hawaii.

As long as I returned sunny and bronze,

To fold your shirts, to feed you dinner, to give you head.

I was given so much and asked so little in return.

And now the door to the cage is flung open.

The air is wet, the wind is untamed, and nature calls wildly.

Everything is lush and viridescent.

The cicada's rhythm pulsates, crickets chirp, birds trill,

All is alive, all is full of possibility.

I step out and remove my ninety-eight dollar leggings, diamond studs and La Perla bra.

The heaviness in the air envelops me and wind swirls around my body.

My tresses are untamed and I feel the world pulsing around me,

and I feel the world pulsing around me.

My whole frame vibrates, every sense is awake and the hair on my skin stands up.

It’s more than I can bear.

The platinum cage is so beautiful, so small, so safe.

Only the best.