Parshat Vayigash is about the twelve brothers coming together and leaving their contentious past behind. It is about the unity that is necessary for the Jewish people. One of the hardest aspects of unity is that no matter how we feel about one another the antisemites hate us all one and the same. There is no disparity in their eyes. Ayelet wrote this poem a few weeks back and would like to share it with the community. Shabbat shalom.
They don’t know my face They don’t know my name They don’t know my favorite game to play But they want me dead
They don’t know I hate peanut butter They don’t know I love theater They don’t know I used to be a picky eater But they want me dead
They don’t know that I have a baby sister They don’t know I love to read They don’t know I pick my cuticles until they bleed But they want me dead
All they know is that I keep kosher That I wear a necklace with a star That on Shabbat I don’t drive a car So they want me dead
I’m just a kid Just trying to make it through school I’m not even very cool So why, why, do they want me dead?
