In a roomful of people
Gathered to celebrate the holy new year
You ask me
If I’m Jewish
Your only words to me
An otherwise perfect stranger
It’s that kind of ignorance
Arrogance
And distorted sense of entitlement
That push me
Farther and farther away
From Jewish life
Until one day
My answer
Just might be
“No.”
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