::02:16:08::

::: The Jewess is Me :::

I see you are trying
to get a smile
out of me.
Ha! ha!

Try in vain:
after all--
what makes you think you are deserving?

Have we ever been out to tea?
Have you ever seen a flick with me?
Have you ever e-mailed me
or called me on the phone?

Yet... you are trying to get into--
my friendly, friendly zone.

I’m a selective femme;
I choose my friends:
they don’t choose me.

I’m a little confused
about how you
came to the point
of supposing
you were in with me.

After all, you don’t
have the slightest
degree of humility;
nor have you shown me
that you are Jew-friendly.
Quite, frankly, you don’t
even slightly appeal to me.

Underneath your phony hello,
you downright hate me.

You don’t have the foggiest idea
how to connect with me.
Your method is pathetic.
It’s taking a while
for you to get it.

Even a child can see--
that you are not genuine,
yet you still think you can get in.

Ha ha.

How inane of you
to try to get
personal information
out of me.

There must be
somewhere else
you need to be:

What an almost
believable plea:
like a wolf in
sheep’s-skin.

You pretend we are kin!
Don’t humor me!
This Jewess will always be:
choosy,
delicate,
enduring,
patient,
kind,
wise,
a little old-school
no stranger’s fool
and a bit low-key:

the Jewess is Me.

Written by: ~ Rachel Eagle Reiter