Now It Just Sounds Like Sour Grapes Poem by Raj Dronamraju

Before you could say a word, the world spoke up and admitted you make it feel uncomfortable
You are too forceful, too quick to talk over others

You would like to talk about how you are not comfortable, how you cannot be yourself in this world
But this would just appear like you're answering back in petty childhood response

It should not be first come, first serve
Grievance served in scooped dollops on a tray like cafeteria food
The return of the marginalized had better be quick
Or it will be spun that the outsiders are the ones closing the doors on everyone else

The world spoke up and crushed the validity of what you were going to say simply by going first
All the critiques you were planning to offer now sound like sour grapes
Whether you keep quiet or you shout out loud, let's shift the debate to rules of order
This revolt will start with demanding your turn to speak and be listened to