I know stuff, but what do I know?

Perhaps my reMEDIAtion this week comes in a pair of poems? This is a follow-up to my other poem, Sometimes I know what I don’t know.

I know stuff, but what do I know?

I know stuff, but what do I know?
I know I try, 
but what happens when others don’t see,
or understand?
Is that on me or them?
Perhaps it depends on who leads, 
who has power, 
or prestige, 
or numbers, 
or the favor of the tastemakers.
Will this affect my job, 
present or future, 
or publishing, societies, conferences, or affect?
How can I communicate what I know, 
contributing as I may, or can, or will?
How can I traverse that gap between 
(research) evidence and practice?
If not in reality, at least in perception?

I wonder if this stuggle has led to both works, and that in itself is my struggle?

Again, not quite ready for sharing, but I wanted to share it anyway.