Those pleated skirts that got shorter every year

And fashion driven hair and nails

The hipster group that’d host all shows

The neardy ones that’d win us laurels

Rolled up sleeves and socks and tucked out shirts

Non uniform days would slay

Hugging and kissing that’d make them doubt

Braiding each others hair all day

The felicity of morning prayer,

That angelic Catholic choir

Some aspiring to be models and actresses

Others business women and doctors and lawyers

And outside the gates, boys would drool

I miss my pretty little world where girls would rule

Not everyone would know the joys

Of being to an all girls school.


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