Valuable


An empty white sheet of paper,
Begging, pleading to be filled.

Searching for your most personal thoughts
Finding them safely hidden deep within
Forcing all things precious from you
Commanding they be written down.

Exceptional works stolen
Treasures taken and seized
Handed into public possession
Intimacies shared with all the world.

What once was colorful
Is laid down in black upon white
In a society affected by color blindness
Where its beauty is not further recognized.

The degradation of a truth
That is now merely entertaining
In a society dominated by selective minds
Where its meaning is not further understood.

Something valuable, unseen, is far from
A filled white sheet of paper.

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