{"id":62418,"date":"2020-06-27T10:07:14","date_gmt":"2020-06-27T14:07:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=62418"},"modified":"2021-06-25T13:02:24","modified_gmt":"2021-06-25T17:02:24","slug":"hour-1-prompt-1-bird-women","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/hour-1-prompt-1-bird-women\/","title":{"rendered":"hour 1, prompt 1, Bird Women"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Some of us are<br \/>\nBird Women<\/p>\n<p>Frail, pale, and shaking<br \/>\neyes red,<br \/>\nwe hunch over &#8211;<br \/>\nashamed<\/p>\n<p>We retell our tales of abuse and rape<br \/>\nabuse and rape<br \/>\nabuse<br \/>\nabuse<br \/>\nabuse<br \/>\nuntil it feels like we are talking about someone else.<\/p>\n<p>Just a bedtime story,<br \/>\nanother time,<br \/>\nanother place.<\/p>\n<p>Bird women live trapped in arched cages of our own design.<\/p>\n<p>Each bar carefully crafted with<br \/>\nbarbwire intentions<br \/>\nDelicately woven together with our belief in their potential &#8211;<br \/>\nto be.<\/p>\n<p>more loving<\/p>\n<p>more kind<\/p>\n<p>more human<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I gave up the sunlight just so he&#8217;d love me.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Bird women are weak<\/p>\n<p>until they&#8217;re not.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As our broken wings heal<br \/>\nand our clipped wings grow,<br \/>\nwe burn.<\/p>\n<p>To reclaim our wholeness,<br \/>\nbird women will burn down<br \/>\nbird women will burn away<br \/>\nbird women will burn-<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>a phoenix from the ashes<\/p>\n<p>we rise<\/p>\n<p>we soar<\/p>\n<p>we forgive ourselves and learn from our cages.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Bird women &#8211; I love you.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\" wp-image-62656 aligncenter\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/bird-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"473\" height=\"295\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some of us are Bird Women Frail, pale, and shaking eyes red, we hunch over &#8211; ashamed We retell our tales of abuse and rape abuse and rape abuse abuse abuse until it feels like we are talking about someone else. Just a bedtime story,&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1302,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-62418","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62418","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1302"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=62418"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62418\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":87012,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/62418\/revisions\/87012"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=62418"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=62418"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=62418"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}