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
Today:
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 accept it
And if you wouldn’t accept the vision,
why should I accept the reality?
Why should I have to?