So I talk too black, with a Jewish inflection.

I wear pink timbs with a start of David around my neck. I do the hora to Rihanna, and Ha'Tikvah on my conga, And yes my hair is braided, but it's covered by my kippah.
I tell you my name's Hebrew, but what you hear is exotic.
You see my features are Jewish, tanner skin, must be Hispanic.
Kinda cute.
Kinda hood.
And religious.
I confuse you.
See my clique is black chicas, clubbing to hip-hop music, banging out step routines, sitting on the stoop, drinking 40's, watching men play dominos, talking about somebody's cousin's sister's friend just had a baby.
Mazel tov!
Congratulations?!
Oh, I'm sorry, I confuse you.
I know, I should be in a sorority in the Midwest, pre-law or psychology, going to bloomy's with my sisters, straightened hair, dressed in juicy.
Yeah, perhaps this is the stereotype, and perhaps I still confuse you.
See I'm a bitch cuz I'm speak my mind.
I'm ghetto cuz I'm bold.
I'm hood cuz I don't take bullshit.
It must be cuz I kick it with black girls right?!
Does she know she's Jewish?
Don't condescend me to minimize your confusion and disillusionment with who you think I am, or should be, this "Jewish-Black wanna be."
Baby...don't let me  confuse you.
Don't
Let me
Confuse
You.
Educated, religious women, shooting guns, dodging bullets, chanting torah, standing strong, club dancing, booty shaking, soul searching, tradition practicing, loud, bold, aggressive, kind, beautiful women that are my people.
Have you met them?
Have you met me.
And again, I confuse you.
See I'm too Jewish for the Black girls, and too "Black" for the Jews So I ride the train back and forth between 125th and Westchester hoping there will be a conductor to tell me where to get off.
Where I'm supposed to reside.
But instead I decide
To take it all the way to JFK
ElAl, straight to Israel.