Contra

Hate me if you want.
Get mad that I am different
That I came from some other place
That I look and sound separate from you.

Shake the bars of your mind
Or stomp your feet and yell
But don't expect me to leave
Or even shut my mouth.

I would like nothing better than
To use your words against you
To make you upset and confused
and look like a fool in front of whoever is handy.

Perhaps that is too much to ask.
If nothing else, I am contra.
I stand to juxtapose you and let others know
You're not as smart as you think you are.

I don't need you or anyone else to agree with me.
I don't need to be right all the time.
On the contrary, there is rarely only one answer
And I want you to admit it.