Little Fires Everywhere 🔥

Such a great show !

Pearls last poem is really deep. The ending makes you self reflect. I hope to never be a cage in someone story, and if I’m in any cage in any story I’ll fly away from those.

The end of pearls last poem-

“Was I the bird? Or was I the cage?

Was I myself, Or one of my mothers?

Was I safe or was I suffocating?

Because the bird is in the cage And the cage is in the town

And the town is made of blinding white flour and beautiful lies

And maybe we can't help the things we Dream of

Any more than we can help the stuff we're

Made of

Or maybe we can

If we can finally see the lies and the town and the cage we're inside of

We can see so many other things too

We can see the door

A way out

And we can fly away”