I wish our value were determined with something other than a paper declaring our specialty and skill, a degree that isolates one aspect of a whole life and allows it to override the countless aspects that contribute to each miracle of a human being that may "augment" the isolated skill or be the factor to its creation, its experience that translates into practice that makes perfect a skill, and if the experience is not recorded as the steps of a process of a creation than what is the acknowledgment really doing for us when we cannot identify the importance of its transition?

It has this power, because without the presence of "it" we lose authenticity and all of the benefits of being a human being, going from fellow neighbors to detached "informants" once you get stuck at a lower level of the latter, left to be observed by the nicely tailored, intrigued, white men who do not bother to wash their hands because there is no need in the much clean quarters of the buildings that the aliens cleanse, not for the hell of it.

I have skills and traits that will never be recorded nor acknowledged out in the exteriors of my own mind

The soft winds have moved me the most,

I have felt the dirt beneath me become lotion on my skin
with whispering hope,

I've clasped my hands, have tried to share the gift

aching for balance

but you're too scared to let me in

 and a tinge of consistency

so my hands become fists

continuing to walk the plank blindfolded

from "she" I become "it"

losing identity

and I walk with a purpose

but remembering the rest of me

and suppose I deserve it

on observing, I'm only

a little  recipe for the old house specialty