All my life it is one or the other.
Neither ever true. I never fell into my name.
Then suddenly you are and I am.
To the world I am unchanged.
The nickname, the sweetening, the once-over-lightly.
I never did tell you.
Never told you the root origin.
You easily sorted it out though.
So few use it – a family member, perhaps two:
But them….Catholic and catholic.
They named me: you think they at least would get the pronounciation.
Yet  accent not quite right.
But you. You say it just so.
Hebrew through and through.
And you, a Jew! and I, half too!
My mother, she would hate you.
Interloper you.