Up and down, fat and lumbering black lines chase after nimble navy ones.
Side to side, rich forest green lines pursue sadder, paler ones.
Duct tape haphazardly holds together the shambles some would call a skirt.
A bold and rebellious teal button is sewn with ambition on the front of the kilt.
The imprisoned length will never dare to exceed the girl’s bitten-nail fingertips.
The kilt intently wraps around the skinny young girl, binding her to a history of nuns.
The defiant duct tape and tenacious teal button cry out for diversity, for creativity.
Hems fall loose and sag as do dreams in this decrepit, dying building gasping for air.
Plaid permeates the impressionable and eager school girls, uniting them in their strife.
The ancient waistline does not budge; no room for alterations in this school.
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