......ArE yOU paPeR oR PlAstIc?.....

Tonites my second open mic and to say the first was aight would be an understatement. I was never big on sharing my writing with people only because it felt so private and liek i was letting people into my brain which made me feel insecure and unguarded but sharing my heart in words has turned out to be better then sharing my heart physically which means i may have found a nu addiction. So thank you ..spokenword... for being my therapist:)

So as i'm sitting in a crowded dark room full of other people who have a love affair with periods, commas, and feelings i find myself inspired from a poem that keeps reciting the term "paper or plastic" ...paper or plastic... the poem was about sum lady and how she the store clerk reminded her of her grandmother wen she asked "paper or plastic?" The poem was kool and the poet was on point by the way :shoutout to www.blackpoetventure.com cus she was from their organization...anyway i took away sumthing totally different from her poem and he had nothing to do with an old lady lol

I think as a twenty sumthin year old growing women that sumtimes i have to ask myself
"aRe yOu pApEr or PLAsTIc?"

are u aritifical or real? are u about wats rite or wat feels rite? are u concerned with bein natural and who you are or is it easier to be fake and be sumone else? i recently have discovered that im about doin for others but that definetly to me is fake and would categorize me as plastic. or does it? can i naturally just want to see others happy? or is it unnatural to allow others to be happy while im still stuck to my plastic ways? its not easy to self analyze but i find that everyday im attempting to find out who i am and sumtimes i fail at being paper but dont feel comfortable being plastic.
im not sure how to transform from being plastic to paper but im guessing going
from a hard foundation to sumthin as smooth as paper may take longer than
my twenties to figure out.