First grade, I was six years old
We used to cut figures out of paper
And pretend they were our friends
I kept them in my desk
And in my pockets
They were my friends
I named them after my favorite colors
One day the blue paper doll pissed me off
So I took the deadly scissors
And slice, there went his head
Slice, off dropped his feet
Then, slice, I cut off his arms
I cupped my lips and blew him away
His head landing in the watercolors
Now, looking back
Many years later
The paper becoming flesh
I look around me
And realize I am no different
