Shiksa (Revised) by Amanda ConlogueI've been told I look like an orthodox jew
with my long dark hair, long dark skirt
and especially when I wear a hat
my pale skin a gift of celtic ancestry
my largish nose and chin
from an explosive italian mother
not jewish, but raised roman catholic
so I'm not a jew, I'm not anything
I never carried a bible to sunday school
or sat in a pew to listen to a minister
preach hellfire, or sing spirituals in choirs
I slept in and forsook my soul for a bowl
of cornflakes in front of the tv watching
cartoons, sitcoms, 120 Minutes ticking on MTV
I grew up in a loop of the southern bible belt
daughter of transplanted new englanders
I couldn't speak the language, lost
in the syrupy drawl of quoted scripture
I was never forgiven for it and I,
I never forgave them, branding
their christianity hypocrisy
I questioned Hashem
and when I met a man and fell in love
in love with a jew, I never knew
what a big deal it was, it is
for him to carry on with me
a non-jew, a gentile, a shiksa which-
roughly translated from yiddish,
means blemmish
It was hard for the family to see me
as anything other than a threat to
a history of friday night shabbat dinners
but not him, no, for the first time
I was seen, imperfect and whole
and I in return began to see
I've come home in this temple
in this gift of love
12/29/2005 Posted on 12/30/2005 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
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