TW: slürs
We pray to the god you dont want us to believe in
Adonai save us from these people
whove branded us with their numbers
and tortured us with their hate
the salty tears of our ancestors on Pesach
I am not your Ashkenazi kike
the burning questions we ask: why
why do you belittle us with your disgust
and why are you so weak
to think that we hide our devil horns with our Kippahs and our tails with our Tallit
the knots are the cries of those you slaughtered
(the six million that was never enough for you)
Death has tried us many times
but forever our culture will grow
like weeds in your perfect little garden; we sneak through the cracks of your concrete hatred
out of spite for Haman out of spite
and self-respect
for people like you.
YOU ARE READING
Trigger warning...
Poetry⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️: mentions of r@pe, p!lls, su!cide, s3lf-harm, eating d*sorders, ab*se A poem.
