I am more than a paper.

I heard the silence of the wind
And the crying of the men and the laughter of the kings.
I saw the sins of saints and the kindness of the ghosts and the slavery of the Queens.
I tasted the bitterness of the cakes and the sweetest of the death and yet they dare to ask me what's my degree? They think they could classify me by a piece of paper...yet they forgot to see the beauty of my complicity.