Teach a bird that it is not beautiful, that its size is rubbish, its shape absurd, and its colors futile.
Teach a bird that it cannot fly, that its wings are a nuisance, and that their purpose is not worth the time and effort.
Teach a bird that it cannot sing, that its sounds are not like music, and that they are painful to hear.
Show it the walls that surround it, the iron frame and tiny open spaces too small to escape.
Warn it of the great abysmal world beyond, the dangers of pain and hate and death. Remind it.
In the end, it will only know what it is not and what it cannot do. Never will it know what it is or what it ever could have been.
Teach a bird that it cannot fly, that its wings are a nuisance, and that their purpose is not worth the time and effort.
Teach a bird that it cannot sing, that its sounds are not like music, and that they are painful to hear.
Show it the walls that surround it, the iron frame and tiny open spaces too small to escape.
Warn it of the great abysmal world beyond, the dangers of pain and hate and death. Remind it.
In the end, it will only know what it is not and what it cannot do. Never will it know what it is or what it ever could have been.
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