Catholic school
In the eyes of my mother
Catholic school
Church-
First thing
in the morning
Had to kneel down and pray
Go to class
Get hit by a ruler
By my teacher
who was a nun
Gotten written up
for talking in class
Got humiliated
in front of class.
If I got answer wrong
Couldn’t play basketball
Since we
wore skirts
Wouldn’t do homework
What’s the point!
Became the
glass clown
Made faces and sounds
Behind her back
My parents didn’t care
I was the forth of five kids
Stricked rules
and abuse
About the Creator
Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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Ah, nice ode to mom. Happy Easter, Jennifer.