Holy Order
By Amberleigh Curry
Child, repent, for you are a sinner
Daughter, reprehensible, for your sin
How dare you do something like love
Forced bread and wine for your dinner
And forced to be quiet when the worship begins
But maybe disobey when push comes to shove
He shouts about your waiting eternal fire
Casts your abhorrent spirit out
But you know salvation is near
No filial friendship to even desire
An affection you’ll now do without
While you gleefully dare to be queer