the paper doesn’t fight

doesn’t judge whether i’m wrong or right

won’t turn me away when the words carry little weight

invites me to try again and prods me along to color its’ canvas

with life

i can be glad or i can be sad

be dramatic or docile as a lamb

assertive or supportive

wherever the whims of my mind lead

a great teacher must be a great listener

and never stifle the interest or perspective of the student

by imposing their own beliefs

or it becomes a recital of someone else and no learning has taken place

only adaptation

the paper doesn’t fight and i learn by examining my thoughts as they line up before me

either to march or placed before the firing squad

oh, sorry i missed