You know the song I whisper to myself in the night
For I myself sang it to you and I myself let you
Crawl into my bed of despair
Of desperation and
You rolled about
Slept in it and
Immersed yourself in the nakedness of my being and
I was a wilting flower
A ****
But you didn't care
You pressed your Jewish face, hands and tenderness
Took in my stubborn scent

You made me feel like a rose

Your voice always sounds scared and nervous and  
Agitated
It is precious because it can change a universe
You’re intelligent but
My name is toxic in your mouth you know
Saying it kills you
It's thick vowels are murderous
Mixing with the mourning of a
Genetically inherited pollutant elsewhere
Deep in your throat
hidden and hushed
Your mother tongue drowns weeping at your rejection of her
My name and her sobs don’t mix well
She behaves like acid rain
Killing the flowers in your heart and
I don’t feel like a rose in that place anymore
I feel like I'm a **** again and
I just
Want to go home