Paper

• Zoe Whitehead, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2008

If I was a piece of paper
I wonder what I’d be?
Black, white, coloured,
All for the eye to see.
If I was put through a shredder
I wonder how I’d be; would there be clones of me?
Would I be a blank piece of paper, boring and unspoken for?
Or a work of art, inquisitive and questioned?
If I was a piece of paper, I know what I’d be
Another piece of paper, that used to be a tree.