“Chicken” they call me
I stutter in shame
Just “chicken” they call me
But never my name
My cowardice now
My identity forms--
I cannot live up to
Societal norms.
Perhaps someday I
Will be epic and brave
I’ll puff up my huge chest
And a maiden I’ll save.
I’ll defy all their doubts
With my wonderful deeds
Celebrations will rise
And we’ll all feast on feed.
Won’t that day just be
A great confidence booster--
It’s sad to be “chicken”
When you are a rooster.
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