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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~Nida
This is v dear to my heart ❤
