Sir.

Sir,
I truly am very sorry to tell you
that the sun does not shine out of your posterior,
that I will not conform to upper-class snobbery
nor will I place frivolous labels upon the mundane.
Pretentious.

Sir,
It is with the utmost regret that I inform you
that I am in fact  a GIRL –
that is sugar, spice and all things nice but also
slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails
and I will not pretend otherwise.
Archaic. 

Sir,
I really do apologise
that you feel the need to treat me different
my head being covered ,
my skin being almond, chestnut, cinnamon –
Prejudiced. Beastly.

But Sir,
I am the face of the future
The mind of the liberated
A body of change
And you will not thwart my flame.