In these ways unlike any other
You have made me a bigot
How can I trust someone
With your nose; broad as any stereotype
Your eyes; The color of over-circulated dollar bills
Your lips; billowing, plush, plumped like a fresh Challah
Over-flowing like your Manischewitz Wine.
Lying mouth
A liars mouth
You look like a lender
You look like a heathen
You are an Aryan Mother Mary
Your hair is blonde. No, it’s yellow. No, it is ***** blonde
***** blonde
Stop controlling my multimedia experience
Mismanage the tasteless fruits of my love no longer
But who am I to hold your cultural tropes against you?
The way you hold my state of mind
Up to my eyes, only to make me see what it is you view
You are the jew. And I’m the one burning alive.