There is an enclosing to my apartment where a bunch of chickens just roam around, everyone that sees them finds it strange that chickens are just walking all over the place and I understand that, coming from Africa, chickens walk alongside cars on the road (a bit of an exaggeration actually but close) so for me, it’s kind of a familiar sight.
Everyday I walk past these chickens and I always wonder how they feel, they are a specie of birds that don’t fly, other birds perch down on their cages, probably say hi/bye in bird language and eventually fly off but they are stuck, in a little shed, walking around when other birds are roaming the sky, traveling from one end of the earth to another. There are hundreds of chicken breeds in existence, all of which vary in size, plumage hue, comb type, skin colour, number of toes, amount of feathering, egg size etc. Most of us don’t view chickens as birds to be respected like eagles (for their courage and strength) or admired like swans (for their beauty), some of us never even thought of them as birds. We only pay attention to chickens when they are steaming on our plates.
Regardless of what our individual human view of chicken is, these chickens wake up earlier than everyone, the roosters cock-a-doodle-doo and then go about their day walking around their little enclosing, picking at God-knows-what from the ground, embracing their “chicken-ness”, knowing full well that they are not like other birds in the sky.
The only advantage to being a male is having the knowledge that, at least to some extent, your life isn't founded on bullshit and your accomplishments are your own.
When you do something and get praise, it's probably genuine and deserved.
When a girl does something and gets praise, it's probably (definitely) because someone wants to fingerfuck her.
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