Sorry for Being _____. (Poem)

Are you threatened by my loaded diploma,
sharp pen, lethal thoughts, and unregistered faith?
If so, throw me away, lock me up,
but spare my body, unlike everyone else's
on this side of the color wheel.
My tone isn't a tag one can unfollow,
a service canceled via phone call,
or marriage  voided by court and documents.
I am tan all year long, yet speaking
like a university staff member
isn't always a vacation. Sometimes,
I want to laugh slang between my teeth
without thinking it can get me fired.