My Paper

I have…
A piece of paper

Strong yet delicate
Protected yet vulnerable

Why do some choose to pour water on you just to see your demise
While others write beautiful words and draw wonderful pictures on you?

Some paper is worth more than others
Ink and numbers validate a worth that has nothing to do with your core

The material for my paper is strong yet they keep looking at it from the side
“It is thin” some say… “It is weak” others say

I have a water spot in the corner of my paper
They don’t choose my paper because of this

I hid the water spot, the flaw
I prepared my paper for the choosing

A group of people saw my paper for what it actually was
Strong, bold, unique, alluring

An absent member of the group heard about my flaw
His paper was not as special yet people wrote wonderful things on it all the time

He chose to pour more water on my paper
He convinced others to pour water on my paper

My paper didn’t repel the water
It absorbed it

I tried to write on my paper after the damage had been done
I destroyed my paper

Luckily, they stopped pouring water on it after this
I refused to toss my paper in the wastebasket

I gathered more materials to make it stronger
I pressed my paper into a new form

My paper dried
My paper is stronger than before

My paper is mine
No group or individual can use it

I have…
A peace of paper