Thursday, March 28, 2013

A Poem About When I Was Once Bit By A Chicken

Once, when I was like...7, I was bitten by a chicken whilst feeding it alfalfa. Basically it changed my life and I'm kind of freaked out by chickens right now. Like, if you put me in a confined space with a bunch of chickens running around, I'd probably cry. Anyways, I wrote a poem about it and attached a picture of a chicken to add to the theme.

I Done Got Myself Bit By A Chicken
By Becky Smiley

I used to live in a world,
where kindness was treated with kindness;
Not a deed unnoticed
or debt unpaid.
But..in the blink of an eye,
You changed that
You nasty chicken, you

In the strike of a moment,
A waterfall...a waterfall rushing down
to destroy the flame of innocence within me
to destroy a perfect world
to destroy the flesh of my fore finger
to destroy love. trust. hope.
I hate you,
You nasty chicken, you

Confused, hurt, alone.
There I was,
A Band-Aid blanketing the whole of my forefinger.
But there was no Band-Aid
to blanket my soul. 
There was no Band-Aid
to cover the wounds of hate
to cover the slashes of intolerance
to erase away the rips and stabs and tears
to fade forever
the battle scars left upon my heart.

Trust, my friends, is a dirty word.
One that must never be spoken.







3 comments:

  1. [Futurama guy] Can't tell if serious...or satire.

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  2. Definitely satire. I was making the situation of being bitten by a chicken into a life changing event that was a tad bit more dramatic than it actually was in all reality. The actual event itself was traumatizing, but it didn't make me lose faith in the world.

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