Paper As One - Poem by Luke Weinberg
everyday i look at you
everyday your filled with pain
in your life there's over 1,000 individuals
you are not racist, yet your kind is only white
you have lines all over skin
maybe you're stressed, or you are becoming old
the human species calls you paper
we don't know why but we do
to us, you're an inanimate object
maybe your more, maybe you have feelings
what we call emotions
maybe paper stands for.......................
what is paper?
it comes from trees, but what's it's business
here on planent Earth
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