The Fierce Hen That Could

Let me tell you the story of the fierce hen that could

Like a rooster, she sang loud and proud
Cocorico ! Cooocorico!!
She dared to defy the rules of the Lakou
She dared to act contrary to her sex
even Mother Nature could not make her do otherwise
Yes like a rooster, she sang loud and proud

Let me tell you the story of the fierce hen that could
And why everyone said she was an abomination
One woman yelled: “we ought to cut her head and hang it outside for the rest to see!”
Another said: “that simply cannot be done! A hen should never sing!”
But like a rooster, she sang loud a proud

When I asked why everyone was making a fuss about it
They all started to sound like broken records of thoughtless
superstitions of the past, parading fears of being different

“It just cannot be done”

“It’s an abomination”

“It’s a bad sign for the Lakou

“It just should not be done”

“We ought to kill it”

To that I asked mockingly: Kill it and eat the abomination??
To my surprise the residents of the third-world echoed: “No!  kill it and throw it away!”
Despite the stir that she was causing
The fierce hen never stopped
Yes like a rooster, she sang loud and proud
Her chicken-like vocal cords echoing for all the neighbors to hear
As if to say: “Bite me! I will be more than you think of me”
“I will be true to myself and I will let the world know who I am”
Her song awoke the dormant feminist in me
Her echo spoke louder than words of civil rights advocates

But let me tell you the story of the fierce hen that could
And how she was disposed of
She was tied to a piece of log, heavier than she could bear
And yet like a rooster, she continued to sing loud and proud
She was grabbed and laid down flat
While the fright in her eyes turned into glistening pride
She did not flinch
And like a rooster, she continued to sing loud and proud
Giving her last breath to a last round
Cocorico! Cooocorico!!
As the machete separated her head from her breasts

And that is how the fierce hen that could, could not.. any longer
But in my dreams of a hen heaven, I still hear her distant chanting

Image: Ben Deppin

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