No, I am not sorry…

For puking my rage on your face
that has the force to dislodge 
you from your throne of complicitness.

For breathing and singing louder
than your screams 
that has deafened you to your own privilege

For being bossy, 
bold, abrasive and careless
that shapeshifts into assertiveness under your skin

For thinking out aloud, 
saying what I think, 
and provoking your obsolete thoughts, habits and facts

For taking up more space
in lieu of your pleads of succinctness
that really should be meant only for all whiteness

For all misspelled words, 
grammatical blunders, accents and tones
that you point and label on me as inarticulateness
that are really boomeranged pokes at your own ignorance

For eating air time gluttonously
during your sincere chants of equality
because now justice asks I take center stage 
and fucking stay there unapologetically.