Inspired from Kahlil
Gibran’s Poem “Said a Sheet of Snow-White Paper”
A plain white tee
Was sitting in the hamper
All alone
Baskin in its white unveiled
glory
Across the hamper
Lay the shirts with
design
Bright colors and
graphics
The bright shirts lay
in the washer
Piled on top of one
and other
They begged the plain
white tee
To join them in the
bubbly soup
To allow their color
to bleed upon it
The plain white tee
Just sat in its hamper
In disgust of the
suggestion
It was the whitest
most pure shirt
It wanted to stay that way
And the plain white
tee
Basking in its own unveiled
glory
Did remain white,
colorless, and empty
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