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From Grades one to eight,
I attended a private Catholic school,
my fertile father fathered thirteen children,
and begrudgingly, the school board coveted our souls
for the tax revenue alone.
So, they sent a bus to pick us up,
for we were country folks
and it was nine miles to town.
I remember when I was ten
and my teacher sent me to the principal's office,
to explain my egregious behavior.
My teacher claimed I was obtuse
and mischievous,
referencing the matter of my gross graffiti.
It seems she saw the smutty drawings
I drew of her on the men's rooms stalls
and swore I was due for a rude awakening.
The principal, a nun, wasn't having any of it
screaming I must be evil,
or perhaps on drugs.
That was her opinion of every student
attending her strict school,
she had little regard for our souls.
If it were up to her
she'd have a priest consecrate the school,
so that mine and all other demon souls,
would be banished from her holy place forever.
And though I survived the indignity of her strap
that day; and the many more that followed,
the scars of those memories
cost me my faith.


(Free Verse)


08,20,2019

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