Paul Michael

The Paper

Because of a tiny imperfection,
I throw the paper away,
And realize,
We treat people the same way.
I retrieve it from disregard,
Crumbled and misshapen,
And try to make amends,
From the damage forsaken.
The character flaw,
If I cared at all,
To ever look and see,
Doesn't lie in a piece of paper,
But rather inside of me.

Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance, disability, people

Poem Submitted: Friday, March 17, 2017

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  • Practicing PoetessPracticing Poetess (3/17/2017 9:17:00 PM)

    This is amazingly good! Please continue to write, and may your star rise as rapidly as mine did (submitted my first poem on 3-13-2017, started off at Level 1 like you; now up to level 3 in four short days.) Let me help you along by giving you a 10 on this endeavour! Well done!

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