Contrary
I say black
You say white
You’re strange, I joke
Vehemently offended
You respond with spite
Always outraged
Forever the victim
The aggressor jumps down my throat
Robbing my mouth of words
As if his was the hand bitten
Walking in a minefield
Paralyzed in space
Not knowing where to tread
Gingerly stepping
Memories to efface
Behavior contrary
No grey area
To meet in the middle
Just you versus me
Provocative hysteria
The battle is fought
A winner has to prevail
Harmony is lost
Never in your wheelhouse
Sanity does fail
Who do you see
When you look at me
An adversary or lover
Someone to bait
Or someone who might agree
What is important to you
Is it the fight to be right
Winning the ultimate prize
Victorious in the onslaught
Risking the opponent’s flight
Christine Bolton