LITERATURE
maybe in the pen that she lived in with a hundred others, she got to connect with other mother hens. maybe they would click their beaks and talk — talk about the world, their children, about things that ruffle their feathers. maybe the farm she’s from fed her enough to be healthy and live long, and the person assigned to her pen cared a lot about her. maybe that person would pet the hens in her pen everyday and their voice would get high-pitched like when you’d talk to babies. maybe there is love and good in the world, like how maybe she was able to sit on her eggs and warm them up before they were taken from her. maybe that was her last act of motherly love.
maybe we just have to believe that the world is good, because to succumb to hopelessness is to give up. maybe we should put out the good and love we want into the world. maybe we are all good and we deserve kindness, like how i’m trying hard to make this a not-sad poem, like how i wrote this and shared it with you, and now i am saying i love you because i can and because it’s true and maybe we are all not so bad and i think i really do have hope and love for the world, despite the cruelty, despite everything.
maybe the world is cruel, and yet there is love. i push it out into the world in hopes that it reaches you and now there is so much of it, despite, despite, despite— despite everything.
the mother hen loved her child, and so i say i shall, too.
Daphne is a proud HUMSS student with a deep love for poetry, literature, and anything to do with creating. Her primary goal in writing is to connect with and reach people.
Mizi is a senior high student who is passionate about art and creative media. As an artist who has been drawing for a few years, she has learned to value self expression, self improvement, and the desire to try new things.