Orthodox

He went to school, she stayed at home.

She protested, she had to be scorned.

I explained to her the rules of nature

That some flowers ripen, others wither

Yet they call me "Orthodox"

She was betrothed to one of our own,

She mustered some courage to pronounce her love for another

I had to silence her passion with vigor

For he did not breed our color

Yet I'm labelled "Orthodox"

Her skirt had a short hemline 

She travelled all alone after 9

Eight is a ripe age, it's all so fine 

But when this black sheep was preyed on by circling Hawks

I was criticised as the Orthodox

I can't comprehend the fads of this generation

I know I'm being ushered to extinction

This pride of mine may drive me to perdition

But I won't mutilate my walks and talks 

For I am a proud Orthodox.

Sayli K. 

Note: Orthodox is a satire written from the perspective of an orthodox.