LITTLE BONED

I'm little boned

Not fully embedded

Am a kid

Not fully lactated

A chick

Not yet hatched

Am brittle

 Made of ceramic

I'm easily broken

I'm feeble though noble

I'm weak!

Oh little boned

They say I'm a chicken

Grownup and widened

Ready to be eaten

Either cooked or fried or roasted

But I chose when I'm rotten

Aren't they moron or drunken?

I'm weak!

Oh little boned

What's the evidence?

Why do they judge so?

Because of my beautiful feathers?

Because of the sound in my voice?

Aroma of my hair?

Serenity in my stride?

My widened hips?

Big booty?

Sparkle in my eyes?

Feeling inside me?

Warmth in me?

My bonnet?

Line of symmetry running across and along diving the supporting documents and the dash board?

I'm weak!

Oh little boned

I'm never a chicken

I'm a chick

Yet to be hatched

I'm never a fruit

Not ripe

I'm unripe

Still green or so

Cannot be  plucked

I'm never cooked

I'm yet to be food

Can't be eaten

I'm yet to be booked

I'm weak!

Oh little boned