Creative Poetry 4 (2013)

I am chicken

I wonder that when I died

I hear my friend's cry at this morning

I see process that my friend were cooked

I want to leave here still alive

I am chicken

I pretend sick

I feel that death approach to me

I touch my body to check whether I live or not

I worry about be eaten by people

I cry as thinking about my friends already eaten

I am chicken

I understand people eat chicken because I am delicious

I say my testament to my son

I dream my next life