You’re Thirteen – Poetry by C Evans Mylonas

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Mylonas heard some tough stories from young teen girls in her time as mental health case manager at LA juvenile facilities.

You’re Thirteen

I’ve been working the streets for a year.

You’re thirteen.

I make more money selling shit on the street than you make working here.

You’re thirteen.

I just want to go home. Why can’t I go home?

You’re thirteen.

I have to take care of my brother cause my mother can’t.

You’re thirteen.

That was my fourth foster home.

You’re thirteen.

I don’t like all the rules. I can take care of myself.

You’re thirteen.

My stepdad threw me out cause I got too old. He’s into my little sister now.

You’re thirteen.

I think my dad’s in prison. I don’t need him.

You’re thirteen.

I was in the car, but I don’t know who shot the bitch.

You’re thirteen.

Mom’s excited about having a new baby in the house.

You’re thirteen.

I’m clean. I don’t need to get tested.

You’re thirteen.

Why do you care? My folks don’t care.

You’re thirteen.

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