I am from..

I am from a family,
That dislikes my music making me feel like a flower left-for-dead on a window cell.
I am from a household,
Where no other member is welcome.
I am from a place with a long list of rules,
Where rebellion is punishable like I'm some sort of criminal.
I am from inside four walls, 
That echo with the screams of my parents.
I am doomed to a lifetime,
Of breakfast for dinner.
Doomed with a "try-too-hard" fatherly figure,
Skipping over my dreams like rocks skipping over the water in a place from my childhood.
But on the other side...

I am from a family,
That loves equally.
I am from a household,
Where we all get along for the most part.
I am from a place with a long list of rules,
All meant to be broken together.
I am from inside four walls,
That echo with the laughter of people.
And I am rewarded with a lifetime spent with caring people.
Rewarded with a "try-to-hard" fatherly figure, 
On the other side.

If you lived 2000 years back, would you rather own a dozen chicken, a horse, or a cow?

If I'd lived 2,000 years back, I'd rather own a dozen chicken. I wouldn't pick the horse because you can't really get any survival needs from the horse. I can't really eat the horse because that would most likely be really disgusting, and I'd probably imagine myself eating a character from My Little Pony, which I wouldn't be able to do.

I wouldn't pick the cow because the cons outweigh the pros. Sure, I can get milk from the cow and meat from the cow. If you really think about it though, once the cow is gone, you're going hungry again. I only had one cow since the beginning so it's not like I could repopulate them because that takes two cows.

I picked the chickens because in a dozen chickens, I'd most likely end up with at least one female to repopulate them. After repopulating them a few times, I'd have lots. I would have dozens of eggs a day, and whenever I need meat, I could slaughter a chicken or two and cook it for dinner over a fire. Eventually, I'll have enough chickens to trade some for a horse or cow others might have picked over the chickens, such as some of my classmates. Finally, I'd be able to build up my own herd of farm animals and I'd have fresh meat anytime, milk, and eggs. A dozen chickens is clearly the right choice in this situation.

PIÑATA

I am a piñata, or at least that's what they call me. Apparently, I resemble an animal these humans adore. I sit in the store waiting to see what life brings me ahead. After a few hours, a woman picks me up and takes me home with her. On the couch, she sets me in her lap and rips a whole in my stomach, stuffing me with candy. After I am full, I hurt all over. Was this a new torture method my family hadn't told me of. I'm now full of Reese's, kitkats, Butterfingers, and even lollipops. Next, they rap a string around my body, and hang me from the tree in the yard. Hours pass and my ribs are torn. Suddenly, a dozen screaming kids run into the backyard. I couldn't move and I was scared now more than ever. They ran toward me with a baseball bat. I burst open as they strike my back and all my guts spill out in the grass. They take it and eat it like savages. After, they take what remains of me into the house. Before I finally left, in my last seconds of life, I saw myself fall into the trash can. I fall lifeless. They leave me in anguish. They had no use for me anymore.