I am paper
I am paper.
Scribble your name on my corner
and you are only scratching my surface.
I am pages bound in books
doorways to people places worlds
sharing every story but my own.
I can be your masterpiece.
Sketch draw color paint on me
until I am your ideal of beauty
scribble treble clefs and notes on me
because I am the instrument
and you the composer.
Print on me and gloss me over
fill me with lies and when you present me
I become a tool of mass persuasion.
You can bend me tear me origami
fold me into any shape you want
I mirror your mind because I don't have one,
until you modify me, I am
blank.
I come in a rainbow
redorangeyellowblueindigoviolet
green.
you say I am the root of all evil
but I lost my roots when you cut
me down, stripped me bare,
hacked me into wood chips,
steamed and pressed me dry until I was
flat.
I am reduced and re
used and recycled
in time I will wrinkle yellow crumple to dust
be part of the dirt that raised me
and when the next generation
of young sprouts spring forth through me
I will nurture them until the day they become
paper.