Dragging the trolley through the market
I sifted through some things
which is when my eyes
fell upon something
I couldn’t guess what it was
there was no label on it
curious about its identity
I started googling
“shiny thing with a stick”
“stick shiny round”
the identity of it was hidden
and couldn’t be found
it didn’t hold the same value
as it would hold with a label
this thing seemed to look back at me
but I was unable
to recognise it.
It asked me “when, where and how can I find my identity”
“It is frustrating to not have an answer to this question”
let’s call you silver, I said
and end your frustration
“but what if I am gold” it whispered
“calling me silver would not give me what I deserve”
“they would not treat me as they should
“they would never know my worth”
“Do you then think we can give the right value to things without labels?”
