If paper had thoughts
feelings
words
What would those thoughts
feelings
words
Be?
Speak paper, speak
Let the world know your pain
Let your sorrow belong to all

"Everyday
I feel your pressure
Your hands leave stains

Brought to common view
when needed
Used for matters of importance
or exercises of superfluity

I used to be strong
part of a whole
But after being stretched and beaten
I am flimsy
Alone
Without fellowship

Called out in necessity
'can I have a piece of paper?'
A surge of joy
Anxious of what is to come
Then torn at the ream
Out of my temporary home
Into oppressive hands
You can have a piece of my proverbial fist

Folded and warped
to your desire
A plane or frog
Used to amuse
Soon cast aside

So release me
from oppressive hands
Free me from the binder
My conviction
I don't need your printer
I refuse to be another copy
An invoice
A fax

Leave me to my tree
and let me be"