I AM PAPER
I am paper.
I wonder why I am cut.
I hear scribble scribble scribble.
I see colors.
I want to be colorful.
I am going to wait till the students are done.
I pretend I am nothing.
I feel so sad because I am white.
I understand every language.
I say,”Hi to the students but they can’t hear me.”
I dream to be colorful like a rainbow.
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