Xenophobic Taste Buds

He called me xenophobic
Just because I said,
I didn’t like Jalfrezi
Or peshwari bread.

He said I was a bigot
Because I much preferred
To eat plain roast chicken
Instead of curried bird.

He thought I was racist
And very, very rude,
When I turned my nose up
At all his foreign food.

I told him he was the chauvinist
If he couldn’t see,
The difference between my taste buds
And the real me.

After all, I married him
And wore his ma’s best sari
In spite of my own family
Who called me Mata Hari !