A year ago:
Sorry you feel uncomfortable.
Sorry I shattered your idyllic visions and sorry I tarnished your childhood home,
and located it somewhere other than heavenly.
Sorry I transformed it
and muddied your precious memories.
Sorry I brought it up.
No, I won’t apologise for your discomfort,
and no I won’t apologise for the transformation,
because it wasn’t –
I didn’t transform anything.
I revealed it.
I showed you, the dark shadow of your city,
I showed you the truth breathed between those streets,
the tracks people cement under their feet.
I showed you the version of society I experience,
the version I’m allowed to experience
and this was so far removed from your own
that you couldn’t take it.
You couldn’t accept it.
And if you wouldn’t accept the vision,
why should I accept the reality?
Why should I have to?