Catholic School

I was taught to run, to shun, avoid. My falling down, my scrapped knee was the punishment of my betrayal. I suffered guilt for having too much, shame for too little. Love was earned through penitence, some of those and these, by rosaries The notebooks were in order, the same as my attire. Sister this and farther that, never speaking out of turn, for our souls would surely burn. Traditional replies, with repetitive lies, blackboards, rulers, skirts, and shirts. We all looked the same, In Catholic School