The year I
started high school,
The girls
wore pleated skirts.Patent leather Mary Jane’s
And Peter
Pan-collared shirts.
The nuns
dressed up like penguins,
They hid
their arms, their legs and hair.Their feet bound in black button ups,
Hid under
the habits they’d wear.
After Robert
Kennedy died,
Preceded by Dr. King…The nuns with Cesar Chavez
Fought for rights for human beings.
If we protested segregation;
Focusing less, on faith in god,
While instead, liberating the nation.
Nun’s habits
were shed our junior year,
Their bangs,
all a reddish brown dye,One even wore pink tennis shoes,
Saying, “Feedback baby, ask the suits why?”
Our senior
year was totally changed,
Many nuns
had gone astray;A few married childhood sweethearts,
The rest mostly turned out gay.
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